My son’s birthday is the same day as the King. Oh, you know, THE King. This is the enlightening conversation we had to commemorate his birthday. I hope the King had other conversations to eavesdrop on at the time.
Jake: Elvis died in the bathroom.
Me: Did he?
Jake: He was constipated, did you know you could die of that?
Ryan: He was not constipated. He died of doing too much drugs.
Wow that “Just say NO” campaign they start in Kindergarten has left my 7yr old speaking as if she knows of what she speaks.
Thanks for that.
Jake: He did not.
Ryan: Did too.
Jake: He died on the toilet.
Ryan: Ok maybe he died in the bathroom, but it was drugs not constipation! What was he like, urgh urgh, grunt… oops, I’m dead?
Jake: Or wait, did he die in a bathtub?… No that was Jim Morrison.
My kids don’t know shit about current affairs but somehow this stuff sticks with them.
Jake: Yeah, Jim Morrison did too many drugs.
Ryan: Maybe he was constipated.
I wonder where she got that sarcasm from?
BTW – Here’s what comes up if you ask if Elvis died of constipation: it has been widely reported that Elvis Presley died in 1977 from cardiac arrhythmia, an irregular heartbeat, possibly brought on by drug dependency, obesity and a weak heart. But the music legend’s longtime friend and physician, Dr. George “Nick” Nichopoulos, has put pen to paper for the first time and revealed his belief that it was chronic constipation that actually killed the King of Rock and Roll.
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My last post is below. Only read it if you plan not to verbally assault me for writing it!!!
Written by Jenny From the Blog of THE SUBURBAN JUNGLE
This story ended up in a book of hilarious Mom essays, but it was originally run when I first started blogging, by a major newspaper and their coordinating website, I will not name where.
No, stop asking, ‘cuz I won’t.
Don’t tickle me… stop it.
Ok – the response was a mostly a verbal assault and a judgmental lashing from people who would never spend their hard earned money to have someone else help around the house. Personally, I have no problem spending my husbands hard earned money to have someone do that. (What, you think blogging pays a ton?)
Frankly, I would consider spending my last dollar on it. In fact I would clean someone else’s house to make the money to pay someone to clean my own. I feel I don’t need to apologize for the sanity and extra time I get to play with my kids or the joyful feeling I get from walking into my home- like Julie Andrew’s character feels in the Sound of Music when she’s spinning on the mountain top singing, “The Hills are Alive.”
Oh, you can picture me doing it right?
Cuz I do.
And a flowy 1940‘sesque dress.
Every time I walk in and smell the fresh scent of Lysol “Fresh Scent.”
I thought I would let you all decide if you can relate or if I’m a horrible person – for liking a clean house – for putting this extravagance in my budget – for wearing frocks…
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