Okay, okay, that didn't happen this morning. Nope, this did: two kids got grounded, after which, one called me a "meanie" and then plotted his revenge. So, how do you think a 7.5-year-old gets revenge on his "mean" mommy? Like this: he pops his Disney Dance Songs CD into the player buried beneath the fallout-he-calls-a-room, fast forwards the tracks to Funkytown, presses PLAY, then REPEAT, and then quietly gets into the car to be driven to school.
I'll admit the first few times I heard the tune playing from downstairs, I bobbed my head along to the beat - who wouldn't? It was the, oh, 10th, 25th...100th time later that made me want to stab my eardrums out with chop sticks!
[It's off now, thankfully.]
So today, as an homage to Funkytown, here are a few pix of my funky corgis!
|Give me the noms NOW!|
|Snow to Dogs = Catnip to Cats|
|She's crazy if she thinks I'm gonna bounce with these on.|
|Not pooping in the rain, not no way, not no how.|
|This is your dog on sugar.|
|Happy Dog or Smiling Grinch???|
|Dewi to Kirby (his littermate): |
"Dude. Hot Cavalier chick to your right."
|Making a really good wish or constipated?|
|WhatCHU doin? (jail bait edition)|
|[In the vet's parking lot.]|
Dewi to Jon: "Hey, dude, how's my drivin?"
Jon to Dewi: "I think we're parked, man."
|Jon Farleigh - upon seeing the humans |
bring out the dog beer keg.