E goes to daycare with 4 boys and the boys are all really big into comics. Well, recently that movie Ghost Rider came out (the one with Nicholas Cage) and so they were talking about the movie. One of the little boys had brought a poster or something from the movie with them one day, and Lori asked of the group "Who is that?" And E piped up "That's my mommy." After a turn of the head and a good laugh, Lori replied "No, that's Ghost Rider." E said, "Nope. That's mommy."
So, apparently my daughter views me as a hell-blazing vigilante. How did I get this image?!
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In other news, the cabin failed it's inspection yesterday. The guy didn't even come in and look around... he didn't talk to anyone, he just put a sticker on the door that said "Not ready". Because of this I have an issue with this man, and - after they pass their inspection next week - I will be giving him a piece of my mind. I was so fired up yesterday when Shelley told me what he did. Apparently, inspectors are God's gift to the planet and "non-inspectors" are scum. I will be informing him otherwise in a few short days. Beware, inspector man... Ghost Rider Mom is coming, BEWARE!
For your entertainment...
Sorry the picture isn't very big, but it was the best I could do in a short amount of time. And, yes, that's me on the right side of the picture.
2 comments:
I am not quite sure that I see the resemblance... Haha! P.S. E has gotten so much bigger from when I saw her in February!
Uhh, isn't "hell-blazing vigilante" in the job description for every mother? I know it was for mine. She only got around to selling her Hog and her cache of small- and not-so-small-arms last year. For some reason she decided to hang onto the bazooka. And the tank...
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