Dysfunctional Hour

During the much fun trip to Utah I got to meet with my BFF, very BFF ever (I sound like I am 15!) and as usual had a round of giggles. We can not get together without laughing till our sides hurt, and what fun it is. She is so creative, and funny. Sometimes crazy funny, which makes me love her all the more. I think she is the best. Well, my super BFF came up with this idea we should have our own talk show. (She is always coming up with money making ideas which we of course, never fulfill. ) Christine decided we should have "Dysfunctional Hour". Where we talk about all the dysfunctional things in our family (sorry fam but you know there are plenty!) and the dysfunctional things we do to our hubbies, and especially when it comes to raising our kids. WE laughed and laughed till we had tears about the coffee dysfunctional hour and the endless topics we could pursue. SO I decided to actually DO something about this. (Past suggestions we laugh and say how great it would be.) Of course, I have no $ for a cable TV show on this topic, yet alone a radio show. Hence, the enter the blog. I will TRY, I vow, to enter something completely dysfunctional that I experienced, or subjected other people to each week. Then you as my small audience must tell me what you did, all more the better!!


Without further ado.....
My dysfunctional thing this week, all I can think of, is I told Melissa to go scare Ron. The thing is I KNEW Ron was on the potty, going ...err... potty. Like he would be there a loooooong time. HA HA!! I also knew he had not locked the door. Snicker snicker, "Melissa go yell BOOO at Daddy!" What kind of mother/wife would manipulate her kid into thinking scaring Daddy on the potty is funny?? My mission was not successful, but at least I tried.