Islam, Autism, Mom-ism.
RB: The kids have really messed up the living room walls. I think there’s even a game of tic-tac-toe behind that sofa…
LB: Eh- You could be dying, why should you care about what the house looks like?
RB: Just because I could be dying doesn’t mean I need to die in squalor.
LB: You’ll be dead, how will you know if it’s squalor?…
I’m definitely getting carpal tunnel in my left hand. Which makes typing very hard. Khalid’s old school (which we left because of it’s C- average as an educational institution) has a place for him. Which is far, far, better than nothing, Alhamdulillah. Tomorrow I go…
Alhadulillah, Alhamdulillah, Khalid is asleep. He’s been asleep since 10:15 (it’s 1 am now) and he’s woken up about five times since then (don’t ask, God knows why) and this is the point where you scream at me and ask WHY THE HECK AREN’T YOU…
LB: Gaaaah! RB: Wheeee! LB: Wait, let’s try that again. RB: Ok. Ready, count of three. One, two- LB: WHEE! RB: GAAAH! LB: This isn’t working. RB: Wait, are we excited or are we stressed out? I can’t remember. LB: Well we’re obviously excited. Lookit…
This is Owl pretending to be Abez. It was her idea. I wash my hands of all responsibility from this point on. For her take on me, stop by my blog at www.degrouchyowl.blogspot.com. Left Brain – Right Brain LB: Pst! Is she gone? RB: Are…
RB: psst, you still awake? LB: yeah, somewhat. What’s up? RB: Did you see the MRI report? LB: Yeah… RB: Good thing it came out normal, otherwise we might have been in big trouble… LB: Trouble? What do you mean? RB: Ever hear the term…
For knicq. Whose blog is brilliant. 🙂 We Taste Like Lard Catch-22
(I typed this blog last night and then ran out of internet hours, so now it’s being posted after the fact, ex-post-facto, har har! -ahem- Ok, moving on…) LB: I’m tired. RB: Me too. LB: Let’s go to bed. RB: Ok. LB: … RB: ……
Left Brain: Look, it’s 3:15 am. Why are we up again? Right Brain: Up again? I wasn’t sure we had been up before. Left Brain: Me neither. What’s there to eat in this place anyway? RB: Wonton Soup. But they’re not wontons, and it isn’t…
Left Brain: It’s 1 am again. Right Brain: Yep. Same time as yesterday. LB: That makes today Friday already. RB: Yep. Happens every week. LB: You know what that means, don’t you? RB: That we know the days of the week? LB: No, it means…
The Importance of Praying Early A one-act play by Sensei Left Brain: It’s 1:30 am. Right Brain: What’s your point. LB: Aren’t we tired? RB: Yep. LB: Then we should go to bed. RB: Can’t, we haven’t prayed Isha yet. LB: Then why not pray…
Sensei’s blogging at 3 am again. Left Brain: Are we not asleep yet? Right Brain: You’re asking me? You’re the one who approved that last cup of chai. We’ve had enough chai to kill a horse. :::pause::: LB: I like horses. RB: Me too. LB:…
Right Brain: I’m cold, turn the fan off. Left Brain: I’m freezing cold too. Right Brain: Then we agree. So get up and turn the fan off. Left Brain: We can’t. If we turn off the fan then the mosquitoes will get us. Right Brain…