May 17, 2011

Freakin' Brody

I'm standing at the front door watching 3 teenage girls squealing and wriggling around inside a very small car parked in front of our house on Sunday afternoon and I'm thinking to myself What the hell?? Dumb girls. I hope I was never that dumb. Then I notice a large black mass in the mix. A thought slowly creeps up on me Oh shit, where is Brody? Oh sweet baby Jesus, that's him! By the time I tear across the yard he is sitting in the front passenger seat on the lap of an 80 pound girl and she's screaming What do I do, I can't move him, oh my God, what do I do?!?! Freakin' Brody!

On Monday morning we all load up to take Aidan to school - Brody included. When Aidan opens his door to get out, Brody jumps over the seat and hauls ass INTO the school! It was like he was a huge, black bowling ball and the little kids were pins falling aside as he barreled down the hallway. I threw the Jeep in park, chased him down, and drug him back. Meanwhile the drop off line has completely stopped behind me and you know how the drop-off line nazis like that. Freakin' Brody!


Texan Zombie Goddess said...

I'm only a drop-off line nazi to those bitches who park their cars the drop-off area, sit on their cell phones and apply make-up and don't move, even though traffic is actually being backed up in both directions on the street lol.

Lorie Shewbridge said...

I LOVE Brody! He sounds like he just wants to play. Mine do that all the time, except they only weigh 5-11 pounds each and it doesn't really cause a problem.
Sorry about the drop-off line nazis, they really SUCK!