Well not really. It’s actually the “The Oh in Ohio” that I saw the other night.
From an e-mail of mine: I’m soooooooo sleepy! I stayed up and watched The Oh in Ohio- a must not
see film. An annoying Parker Posey can’t “O”, so she ignores her husband
for a vibrator- he winds up having an affair w/a student (he teaches HIGH
SCHOOL), his (ex) wife tramps around and then at the end they could get
back together… but Danny DeVito made her “O”… so she’s sticking with
him. (I should copy/paste this and put it my blog so I don’t have to
relive the movie again… including this part so I can always remember its
roots).
There you have it. Painfully unwatchable and yet for some reason I purchased it at Hollywood video because Paul Rudd was in it… and I don’t have the receipt. The Oh in DOH
Life is going quietly and smoothly.
Jonathon of course is 15 and started to grow hair on his upper lip which it started to look just odd. He has such a baby face and I kept wanting to wipe his face… “It’s not dirt.”
When he was in the hospital I had shaved him with my own razor and that was a terrifying experience. Not for him, but for myself. I didn’t want to cut him but the other razors they had in stock were scary looking. This time I bought him a cool Mach thing and shaving gel. It took me five minutes to brave it, but the events leading up to it were hell.
He did NOT want it gone. I told him he had to… I even asked him to name ONE superhero who had facial hair. NONE! HA! “I’m growing up Mom, face it.” It was his badge of adulthood. Shame on me for wanting it gone! He made it quite obvious he was NOT happy and I let him know either I’ll shave it off or wax it off- choice was his. He opted for neither.
I’m sorry if it sounds cruel but he’s barely 60 lbs, very small for his age and what looks like dirt on his upper lip was just odd. It’s NOT that I want to keep him a child forever, but trust me, it needed done. 
He sucked it up and I shaved him… feeling still guilty, I went to pick him up after I got off work and told him “Oh my god Jonathon, it grew back even thicker than it was! You can keep it for a week like that… okay?” He was giddy and stuck his tongue out at me. I tricked him and I know I’m going to burn in hell. But he’s happy, right?
Those are my confessions for today.
I bought a horrible film and tricked my child.
On the plus side: I was just told I look “snazzy” in the hall. Snazzy. I haven’t heard that word in for ages. It makes me want to do jazz hands! I’m “snazzy!” (jazz hands)
Current Mood:
busy
