The Hoodlum Speaks

So the other day (Ok, it wasn't the other day, it was a few months ago) I was a Target shopping with all of the kids. Just for a visualization, shopping with the kids looks like a woman speed walking (in order to get done ASAP) with a cart full of kids and a few following in the rear. Anyway, as I was speed walking to the toothpaste isle, a young male adult with a sideways hat and ridiculous clothing said in a very self satisfied, smirky way, "she gets BUUUUUSY". (You get the reference, right?) I was annoyed by his intrusion yet laughed internally because his remark was just so, I don't know, inappropriate. When he started following me around the store saying the same thing over and over to his sidekick I didn't laugh. That's when I decided he was a hoodlum. What I really wanted to do was kick him in the yarbels. I mean, for crying out loud, I haven't had the birds and the bees talk with my kids yet. Even though the words sound innocent, the tone wasn't, and kids pick up on that. Sometimes. Luckily, this wasn't one of them.

FREAKING out here....

This is funny. Not ha ha funny, but funny, I'm going to go crazy funny. I just saw this part of an old post of mine,

"I appreciate that my mind has a built in projector that can do more than just rewind. It has the capacity to replay certain scenes in any order at almost any time I want to recall them".

Except I guess when I need it to. I'd like to use that projector and rewind and discover what I did with the $500.00 I was supposed to deposit. Because it's nowhere to be found and I'm seriously freaking out.