I give up. It is nearly 8 pm and I have no post that is worth your time. I have, however, agreed to “participate” in this, NaBloPoMoYoYo, blog a day thing.
BoBo, dressed in his Simpson’s PJs, is playing his music and driving me batty. I can’t think, so how can I blog?! I told him to turn it down. He began his irritated teen routine. That was when I pulled out one of the many lines he has been chiding all evening long.
“BoBo, don’t play a HATE”, I said. *smile*
He looked my way, “Play a PARTICIPATE”, he shot back to me with a smile.
“What does it mean,” you ask.
I honestly don’t know exactly. BoBo is a teen so it could mean just about anything. He made it up – perhaps just to annoy me, or make me think he is cute when I am trying to say “NO.”
I was at a loss for anything to write about, today. Please “don’t play a HATE”; be glad that I am still trying to “play a PARTICIPATE.”
Tomorrow, I’ll have something better for you.