I’ve never actually seen The Silence Of The Lambs (where the title of the post came from, in case you didn’t already know) all the way through because it was way too fucked up for me and that’s saying something.
That reminds me of the time when years ago, I gave my hubby the very easy task of going out and picking whatever movie he wanted and he came back with Hannibal, the sequel (?) to The Silence Of The Lambs. That was the end of his DVD renting days.
Anyway, the three of us have been sick. There’s snot flying around and I even coughed up my liver. Don’t believe me? Here’s the proof on Twitter. I swear this is all somehow related to each other…kind of…maybe.
So, last week, when I felt like I was dying and was laying on my bed trying to rest with the hummingbird fluttering about, she grabbed my lotion off of my nightstand and said she needed to put on sunblock.
Since she felt hot from her fever, she thought she needed it. I think that’s pretty damn cute.
Anyway, I let her take it and figured what’s the worst that can happen. Hahahahaha.
She was in the bathroom for I don’t know how long, and I kept calling her to come lay back down in the bed.
Yeah, right, like that’s going to happen.
Then she yelled out MOMMY, COME HERE!
Oh shit, I thought, what did she do?
When I found her in her bedroom, she was naked and COVERED in lotion. The hummingbird had even climbed up a shelf in her closet and was just sitting there like nothing was going on.
I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard in a long time. I tried lifting her up off the shelf, which took a few times, and then the little sucker got away from me as I tried to wipe the lotion off.
The hummingbird’s hair and chest got the worst of the lotion aka what she thought was sunblock. I felt like I was chasing a greased pig all over the house because she would just slip right out of my hands once I would catch her.
I was chasing her with a towel to wipe her off and I finally got enough of the lotion off of her while she was running around. Of course, I had to take a few seconds to tweet about it.
The other night before dinner, the hummingbird stripped and ran out to the backyard, into her sandbox.
That leaves me with one more tweet that I’m sure we all think about our kids at one time or another.
Me? I think this way frequently….
*check out Tas’ blog, Not My Year Off. She is awesome!
**I would have taken a picture of the wild hummingbird but I couldn’t find the camera. Damn!