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because this is just another day except not
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
Domestic Bliss

The sock situation has reached critical. I washed every sock in the house. There are fifteen matches and one hundred billion socks sitting in a pile, basically the apparel equivalent of abandoned by their spouses.

Strangely, it was the white ones.

We have a matched blue set that I bought around the time my son was born. We have, and this just scares me, my cheerleader socks, circa 1991. I ran across an inordinate number of trouser socks that I have never seen before in my life. I found, amongst other useless treasures, my APO frat pin, a set of keys that go to nothing that resembles a lock, and my basketball shoes from late 1992. They still fit. This was kind of a bright spot in the day, and really, that should tell you something.

More imponderables. And is that a word, or does it need an 'n'?

1.) Some sadist left my niece's talking doll beneath a pile of laundry. Every time you step, a spooky baby voice says it's hungry. Just *imagine* the ways that freaks you out around nine at night. And ask me how long it took to find out that it was a doll.

I'm telling you, X-Files fucked me up for life. I no longer automatically think, what is a reasonable explanation? I immediately think, that is a flesh eating monster that is going to kill me and eat me. Come on, remmeber that freaksome doll episode?

2.) There is some strange law that states, all my hose will have runs. All of them. Even ones I've never worn. Even ones that I don't own, that appear by magic beneath my hands when searching out those deserting whores of socks. And no matter how many are thrown away, there will always be a million of them. It's almost a reverse of the sock issue, which makes me suspicious that socks actually have some kind of life cycle that leads to runned hose. Maybe they eventually mature into unrun hose or something, but I'm not waiting to find out whether or not my laundry is sentient. They could mature into something that will kill me in my sleep, like, say, that talking doll, and who the *hell* thought this was a good idea to invent?

The sad part is, I bought that one for her. Like I didn't learn all I needed to know from television about evil toys. Grrrr. Stupid impulse buying.

3.) Thou shall never find matching sheets. This is a given. I've pretty much reconciled myself to a life with sheets that will never match. And never in complementary colors. Oh no, not my bed. We're talking flowery and neon green geometrics. This could explain why my bed sees so little action. Frankly, if I saw that in someone's house, I'd question their sanity and more importantly, their good taste and ability to color coordinate. I mean, you can live with insanity, just lock up the sharp objects and sleep lightly and armed. But there's no hope when their color sense is working against you.

4.) Underwear. I have no idea where it's coming from. His, not mine. It's a weird breeding thing with cotton and spandex going on somewhere, because I didn't buy that many, but we have two drawers full and I'm still stumbling over it when I go through laundry. It's frightening. I mean, convenient, but dear God.

I watched my niece today, one of those times that reminds me why I have kept a tubal ligation on the table as a possibility should ever a situation arise in my life that might lead to further progeny.

Because Children Are Strange and Evil, and Then There Were Breathing Masks


My sister and her husband have, like any healthy couple, some light porn around, locked up from small, terrifying little eyes that *ask questions*. No biggie. I am content to pretend that I have no idea, because she's my sister and it's creepy just to think about. Fair enough. But their last cleaning spree left Certain Magazines out where Small Children could pry.

Okay, that's kind of unfair. It took a lot of to crawl under the bed, pull out an ungodly number of forgotten t-shirts and what have you to get to it, but my niece, two and two/thirds, emerged with something vaguely uncategorical involving leather and spandex and breathing masks. You know, things I *write* about. Except for that breathing mask thing wiht a full cast--I have no clue what was going on with that.

And. Other Things.

It took a second for me to realize what she was holding so gleefully--in my own defense, it was upside down (oh, I hope that was upside down, becaues man, otherwise? OUCH) and it was brightly colored, like one of her magazines, and--yeah. Like I was supposed to know they kept the porn under the bed.

"What's that?" my son asks brightly, at which time he pulls it from Niece's hands and turns it around to look. I have never moved so fast in my life, and he still got one blink in before I'd skidded over the carpet and, rather like Bruce Willis in Die Hard, got it from his hands in a gravity defying slide that hurt like hell, by the way.

I tossed it in the upper reaches of the closet and dived for Finding Nemo, and though kind of confused, no one mentioned a thing. Children have short memories and look! Talking fish! Let us laugh. Ha ha ha! That Nemo, man.

I'm the worst babysitter on earth.

It gets better though.

"Do girls like that?" Child asks, hours later. I have this half-hope that he's talking about Kim Possible, but no. Anime eyes and all, he smiles up at me with angelic innocence. I feel dirty just thinking about it.

"Like what?"

"Those things." He waves his hand vaguely in no direction towards the tv. Shit. "She had something--"

"On tv?"

"No, the book."

Oh man.

I won't go into the rest of the conversation. I don't *remember* a lot of it, frankly, and I like it that way. We had a chat about things that people do, in vague terms, and people like different things, and we don't judge when that happens, and at his age, it's not something that would be interesting anyway, and I had this strange feeling that I wasn't doing so great with the afterschool special thing, but that I sounded really pretentious, so I was getting better at it. On the other hand, he was content and then he wanted to know if we could take out the slip and slide thing tomorrow and I was like, sure thing. He's not acting like I ruined his future sexual health for life or anything. So breathing.

And okay, here's the secondary issue. Did I *need* to know what on earth Sister and Husband get up to? Seriously here, theoretical, one thing, but.

A *full body cast and breathing mask*? What. The. Hell. Are. They. Reading?

And NO, I'm not going to go look to find out. Just. No.

Oh God, I want to lay down again.


I should drown my sorrows in chocolate or something. Or porn. *shudders* Maybe not.


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The doll in the laundry pile thing made me laugh out loud. Nothing like someone else getting the bejesus scared out of them while doing laundry to really amuse me, I guess.

That is just the creepiest thing. That *doll*. Any pressure, that little voice pipes up.

I wo'nt even *tell* how long it took me to dig through and find it, since that would be admitting how long it took me to get the nerve to go look.

*shivers* Stupid talking toys. Grr.

Well hey, they'd probably be pretty freaked out by some of the porn you write.

If I were you I'd try not to think about it. Thinking about a sibling having a sex life is right up there with thinking about parents having a sex life in the Bad & Disturbing division. For myself, I am utterly convinced that my two siblings and I were all the product of immaculate conception and that both my siblings will be virgins not only until their wedding nights but until their respective funerals. EMbrace denial. Denial is your friend.

P.S. Laughed hard at the X-files doll thingie.

I have this sick and wrong retaliatory thought of printing out Only Human and dropping it in their bed, just to relieve my feelings, or at least make it fair. But that would require me to remember all of this and not repress as much as humanly possible.

If I were you I'd try not to think about it. Thinking about a sibling having a sex life is right up there with thinking about parents having a sex life in the Bad & Disturbing division. For myself, I am utterly convinced that my two siblings and I were all the product of immaculate conception and that both my siblings will be virgins not only until their wedding nights but until their respective funerals. EMbrace denial. Denial is your friend.

I am clinging to the edges of it. Porn was my safe place, my place of retreat in times of woe. *sniffles in self-pity*

P.S. Laughed hard at the X-files doll thingie.

That was just the creepiest thing. Why didn't I get the kid blocks? Hurt feet, yes, but no trauma. *shakes fist*

I should drown my sorrows in chocolate or something. Or porn. *shudders* Maybe not.

*sniggers* It's always the way, isn't it? *Your* porny kinks are hot and dirty and generally "Mmmmm". Someone else's are just freaky and really worrying.

The doll thing made me giggle too.

*sniggers* It's always the way, isn't it? *Your* porny kinks are hot and dirty and generally "Mmmmm". Someone else's are just freaky and really worrying.

A breathing mask. Yes, I'm perfectly aware of my horrifying hypocrisy. But do I leave my username around for htem to find and hunt up that Clakr/Lex whipping thing?

*shivers* It's like even the porn can't minister to me now. Dammit. Must *repress*.

The doll thing made me giggle too.

You know, I'd be so ashamed of myself if I could'nt still *hear* that damn thing saying it's hungry. What kind of people put that in a doll, I ask?

This has *so* not been my night.

*sniggers* See, this was the reason I'm glad mum didn't let me watch the x-files. I'm too suggestible when it comes to blood/gore/horror as it is...

a breathing mask??????

*giggles uncontrollably*

a breathing mask?

Forget the X-Files! Remember the Twilight Zone episode with Telly Sevalas as the impatient with his daughter dad and how much he hated his little girl's talking doll and tried to throw it out?

It was so like a Chatty Cathy or Charmin' Chatty (I am soooo revealing my age here. *sigh*)

"My name is Talking Tina and you'd better be nice to me or I'm going to kill you."

Onto the porn that I would want to forget too. Heh, it doesn't involve pretty boys. Anywho...

How old is your nephew? Because I am getting horrifying visions of him asking his folks questions when they least expect it and you just know it will be in front of someone it shouldn't be!

Don't throw something at me through the screen, please. But, you may just have to talk to your sister about this anyway. *sigh* I know, I know - I'm sorry!

Socks, anyone? They can join my mis-matches.

If it's any comfort, your post made me laugh so hard, I had tears rolling down my face.

xox

:) Hey there :) Been awhile eh?

That doll thing made me laugh...I've done that before. My friend's kid had a doll that cried incecently, but when I was 'sleeping' it breathed. Breathed loudly! Damnit, now that is just wrong and freaky! I was staying over at her house, using her daughter's room....I asked that the doll be moved away, far away!

Scary things. Will never buy one ever. Thank god my neice is a tomboy!

"I'm telling you, X-Files fucked me up for life. I no longer automatically think, what is a reasonable explanation? I immediately think, that is a flesh eating monster that is going to kill me and eat me. Come on, remmeber that freaksome doll episode?"

I hear you....there was this giant bug in the bathroom yesterday and I ran for my life, grabbed the cat on the way, all the while yelling about fluke's and how it was going to use me as a host until it was ready to live on it's own(I know I am overlapping story lines here, but the thing was huge). And the doll...eek! I still have trouble watching that one!

I ran for my life, grabbed the cat on the way

You took the cat *away* from the bug? Heck, I throw my cats *at* the bugs! (Cats are immune to alien hosts, no worries there.)

Good to know!! :) Thanks!

Yeah, and the small ones they kill and eat. My own cats protect me from the thumb-sized cockroaches that infest the area...

Bwahahahahah! Bwahaha!

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

*falls off chair*

*gets back up to type*

BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Yes I laugh at your pain.

:-)

the doll thing - yes that has happened to me! hee! I won't tell you about the time i called in the firedepartment to find a shortcircuiting toy that I thought meant the house wiring was about to go up in flames.

or - um - I just did, didn't I?

As for the porn and the toy - heh, yeah that also strikes a cord. Babygirl found a hot pink gel-formed dildo in my room once. - No idea how I got there, obviously. - and wanted to go as HER GRANDMOTHER what it was.

Needless to say I could win Olympic gold in the vault-the-bed-and-snatch-the-toy-away event. *g*

hee

I really think you should tell your sister. Because you know, they are eventually going to look for the toy and realized it moved from its previous placement - and then they will wonder what you got up to while you were babysitting.

*evil grin of doom*

You think you're hearing me laugh at you and your pain, but I'm really just chuckling sympathetically.

Really.

*snugs*

*hides giggles*

Denial is a wonderful thing: Obviously the magazine was a gag gift from a friend. Obviously.

You make me want to buy a giant lock box for my porn. I'm totally freaking on your sister's behalf here. And miniAlax is about the same age as your neice! ACK! ::runs to triple box the porn::

Breathing mask? Are we talking like WWII or "in the event of an in-flight emergency, a mask will drop from the ceiling" kind of deal? 'Cause... nah, nevermind.

::hands you some chocolate::

Does she know about your writing? If not, you could always break the ice with a full body cast and breathing mask QaF fic! See? You have an in!

Every once in awhile you write a post like this and I crush on you all over again. *g*

xoxox

Like I was supposed to know they kept the porn under the bed.
ROTFL!
Actually, under the bed sounds like a pretty likely spot. It should be kept in a box in the closet labeled "Old Tax Records". *nods* Hiding in plain sight works very well.

"Do girls like that?" Child asks, hours later.
ACK! Why don't kids ever ask the easy questions? *hugs Jenn*

I immediately think, that is a flesh eating monster that is going to kill me and eat me.
Yes. And don't forget "Chucky". Fricking A. I always make sure I know where the batteries in a toy are, and how to take them out.

-Silverkyst

Hmm. I bought new toys while visiting my soulsister in Australia, and her two-and-a-bit little Ragamuffin wanted to play with them.

"Auntie Lena's toys vibrate," she tells her daughter. "Here, now hold this one in your armpit. It tickles!"

::facepalm::

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