7/07/2008

Even My Children Torture Me

In the sunroom where I run on my treadmill, every wall is a sliding glass door. To cut down on the darkness when I run, I open up the blinds next to the treadmill and the blinds in front of it. It is nice to at least see the squirrels running around in the woods. It is a pleasant view besides the occasional guy urinating on a tree or cops pulling up and knocking on doors to serve papers most likely.

Just this morning I was walking off my long run when I saw my daughter out the window. She turned and looked at me, hair all knotted up, with a smile on her face. She ran up to the window and stuck out her fist. Then she upturned it and opened her fingers to reveal an old rusty penny. When she saw my reaction she ran off laughing her sides off.

8 comments:

Groovy Mom said...

LOL! Funny little thing.

Uncle Joe said...

That's pretty darn funny.

ponder this said...

please forgive my colonial past, but i'm lost...

a penny is an old coin right...?

what was your reaction....

R said...

Ponder---

Yes, a penny is a coin here that is worth $0.01. It is only old if it is rusty and has an old date on it. I absolutely hate metal, especially coinage and especially rusty and dirty coinage. It literally makes me gag.

You are most likely normal with your colonial past, while I am just plain weird.

Bee Repartee said...

Now I can torture you with a metal looking award at my place. Come see!

Dapoppins said...

grossing out the mom is the best fun ever!

ponder this said...

oh dear

why would you hate metal???

.... i could understand spiders or rats.....but metal ?

R said...

Bee---on my way!

Dapoppins---He hasn't done a thing.

Ponder---It is hard to explain. I don't know why. I think I have a phobia of some sort. I do hate spiders, but I am getting used to that, living in the somewhat country. Rats or small rodents I have no fear of.