OMG!

Friday has officially SUCKED the big one for me.

Last night my laptop decided it was going to delete the wireless and let me fend for myself.  I spent 2 hours on the phone this morning trying to figure out what was wrong.  I ended up deleting EVERYTHING and starting over, which didn’t fix the problem. A button got clicked and it miraculously fixed the problem.  It’s a damn good thing because I truly had NO idea what the HP Technical Service Operator was saying.  He said, “Accessories” and I swear he was speaking greek. I hated to have to keep asking him what he was saying because I didn’t want to appear rude, but I hadn’t a clue what the man was saying to me.  His accent was WAY too thick.  It got fixed and he forwarded me onto his ‘superWiser’ and I couldn’t understand what HE was saying so I just kept saying yes until they said ‘sank you’ and hung up.
This morning, Alyx decided she was going to pull a guilt trip on me. I yelped on the way to school, “It’s FRIDAY!” thinking it would put them in a better mood.  Not the case.  Alyx blurted out, “Friday’s aren’t any fun if Ryan isn’t going to be here.”
My heart sank.  Poor girl misses her older brother so much.
I tried to assure her that he might be coming down, but she said she already asked and he has drama practice on the weekends all the way through Thanksgiving.

I picked the girls up from school and Shea had the biggest smile on her face and was tearing past the crosswalk lady to get to the car before Alyx did.
“Moooooooooooooooooooooooom!” her voice has NEVER been as high as it was as she singsonged the next words, “Alyx had to dance with a boyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!” followed by little sister giggles.
Alyx just stared at me with such seriousness I was afraid to ask. It is almost as she has somehow genetically got passed down Shaun’s ‘big eye, sigh, eyebrow raise’.
“She has to squuuuuuuarrrrrree dance!!!”  Shea continues. “Sowwy Alyx, it’s just soooooo funny!”
Alyx looks at me and says in a flat voice, “One more reason to hate Friday.” and then continues to explain the pain of square dancing.  She said her boy is just ‘ick’.

Shea then screams, “He’s a fucker face!”

A what?  Did my daughter just call a little boy a fucker face?  Has she been secretly listening in on conversations between My mother and I as we describe our ex-husbands?

“a whhaa?” I am looking at the road, but wanting to stop and look at Alyx so she can translate this language she has been speaking for 8 years that only she understands.

“He has FUCKER all over his face!”  She scrunches up her nose as she says FUCKER to make sure I understand that is an important fact.

That’s when Alyx realizes that I don’t understand what Shea is saying and there is a good chance I might have to beat the small child when I get home for cussing and calling a little boy a fucker face.
“FRECKLE FACE. He has freckles on his face.” she explains.

I took a deep breath and when Shea said, “That’s what I said, ‘FUCKER ON HIS FACE'” I giggled a little.

Alyx rolled her eyes and did that big eye/sigh combination, “Good thing she starts speach therapy this year.”

Yeah. I agree.  If not she’s going to end up working as a HP Technical Service Operator.