Category Archives: GC
Rule #174
Rule #174: I don’t care how clean the floor appears; you still should
not lick it.
Filed under GC
Rule #160
Rule #160: Please do not take that mint out of our mouth and rub it on the dirty bike tire.
Rule #151
Rule #151 (for those in business suits at Qdoba): If I were you, I wouldn’t sit at the table behind my toddler. There’s a good chance he will rub quesadilla on your nice suit.
Filed under GC, Rules for the grown-ups
Rule #139
Rule #139: Please do not throw ketchup packets and pickles at our new friends. At least wait until we know them better.
Sorry, MaryAnn & kids. We’re working on manners, I swear.
Rule #122
Rule #122: Things you should not do at the Beckley Exhibition Coal Mine:
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Stick your feet out of the train to rub them against the coal walls
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Kick the boy next to you
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Kiss the stranger sitting behind you
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Scream, “Can we go home now!?!” while the tour guide is talking
Rule #118
Rule #118: Apparently the number of times you tell your child to “Be Careful” is proportional to how likely he is to need stitches. On a weekend. When Mommy is out of town.
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When I was out of town a few weekends ago, Gavin fell into the wooden part of our rocking chair. Meanest Daddy did a great job handling the 6 stitches (with the other 2 kids in tow) at the urgent care clinic. Stitches were removed last week, and Gavin is healing nicely. I am almost recovered from being gone when my kid got hurt. 😦
Rules by the Meanest Mommy in the Whole Wide World 