All we had to do was dress up like cows.
Seriously, I love doing this kind of stuff. Crazy, cheesy stuff, like dressing up for a free meal.
My friends never get into this kind of stuff. They are all too mature for such antics.
All my friends, since elementary school. Why can't I attract cheesy enjoying friends, or maybe that would be too much cheese for everybody?
Maybe, my self-conscious seeks the mature people as friends, hoping that some of that maturity will rub off on me.
My self-conscious is still seeking.
Sorry, I digress.
So, I had children. So I could make them do these cheesy things with me. Of course, we don't call it "cheesy," we call it "confidence building."
The conversation usually goes like this:Me: Who wants to dress up like a cow?
:::crickets:::
Me: No takers, then who wants to eat at Chick-fil-A?
All Children: WE DO!
Me: Then you will dress up like a cow. No cow, no chicken!
While standing in line Friday, ED was having a grumpy attack. I told him this was supposed to be fun, and that his grumpy gus attitude was defeating the fun aspect.He told me I was crazy.
The mom in front of us, told me her son was having the same grumpy gus attitude. She told him that if he wanted to eat Chick-fil-A, he needed to wear the costume.I think I just found a cheesy friend.
2 comments:
If we had been here, we would have dressed up like a cow with you!
JB
I would have been right there with you... my hubby told me he'd rather PAY then get dressed up!!
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