Stay away from me creepy pond man!
Nightmares. For. Weeks.
Stay away from me creepy pond man!
Nightmares. For. Weeks.
My old banner was just quickly thrown together when my old template stopped working when I updated WordPress. I was never crazy about it and tweeted today begging someone to make me a new banner. Mikey offered up Adam’s services, so I guess you could say that Mikey is Adam’s pimp. Anyway, Adam performed more than admirably! He not only created the awesome banner up top, but he also told me to get rid of the argyle background which was growing way tiresome. Overall I really like the new look! What do you think Adam?
He loves it! Thanks Adam! Go visit Cocky & Rude!
No, this isn’t going to be a post about how awesome my Mom is. Gross. Besides, you all know she’s pretty awesome. This post was instigated the other night when the amazing Michelle M. posted this picture on Facebook:
Isn’t that awesome? It’s like we’re at our own private Comic-Con! Anyway, as I was trying to watch Gossip Girl, my Mom kept yelling up questions about the picture like “Who are you?” “Who’s the one with the blank face?” and “Doesn’t Michelle know I’m Wonder Woman?”
And it dawned on me that I don’t think I ever shared this story with you guys, which is odd considering we all know what a huge Wonder Woman fan Michelle M. is. So let’s travel back millions of years when my Mom was a young mother of irish twins in her twenties. One night, as she was giving the kids a bath, they were misbehaving (as usual) because they are the bad ones, unlike me who was/is always good and never gave/give my parents a gray hair or worry in the world.
So yeah, they’re acting up (of course, because they’re bad, unlike me, who is perfect) and my Mom is getting more and more frustrated and she finally cracks and yells:
“If you kids don’t start behaving I’ll… I’ll… I’ll turn into Wonder Woman!”
“No! No!” the terribly rotten kids cried as my Mom extended her hands outwards as if to start spinning and transform into Wonder Woman. It should be noted that around this time (approx. 1,000,000 BC) Lynda Carter was playing Wonder Woman every friday night. “We’ll be good!”
And so the wicked little bastards turned into mildly well behaved children. But every time (why is that still two words?) they acted up, my Mom threatened to turn into Wonder Woman and they would behave. The way my Mom tells this story, she says she used this method of behavioral control for years, though my brothers (who have mellowed slightly in the years) say it only worked a few times before they caught on. I like to believe my Mom, though I suspect some outraged comments from my brothers to defend their honor.
I tried to think of some outrageous things my Mom threatened me with, but I couldn’t because as I told you, I’m the good one. The only thing I could come up with was when she told me she hated every bone in my body when I placed a can of paint in a spot in a garage that she then tipped over and spilt all over the place. As if that’s my fault!
So did your parents ever threaten you with stuff that was absolutely ludicrous when you were a kid? Did it work?