gah. 7 is such a dorky number.

do you remember the day that you looked at one of your kids and said "good God, when did he/she turn into such a complete dork?"? ok, maybe those of you not in the running for the MOTY award have never experienced this, but each and (now) every one of my kids have hit this stage and jeez it is almost unbearable to watch.

my dot is currently walking around with the phone stuck to her ear talking with a friend that lives down the street. she is walking around and around in circles talking absolute dork-speak. in the last 10 minutes she has informed her friend that her dog farted and it smells really bad; that her cat farted earlier and it sounded like this: "puhh"; she has stopped the middle of her conversation to ask me what time her brothers go to bed so her friend can be completely up-to-date; she is doing (her version) of plies and falling into furniture; she has put her friend on the speaker phone and let her listen to a TV commercial; she has passed the phone to her brother so he can talk to her friend and then shrieked for it back...was i ever this much of a dork?

in all fairness, i do remember doing one particular thing that, in retrospect, has GOT to be the stupidest, most retarded thing ever done by two girls...kathy and i would spend the day together at school, ride the bus home and do our homework together, hang out together until dark and then walk each other halfway home. now being the observant geeks that we were, we discovered (probably took a year or two) that, in the middle of the street, at the halfway mark between our houses, there was a manhole cover. here we would stop and gab a bit more, (because you know there was never enough time to say everything we had to say to each other) and then we did this bizarre little ritual that i can't believe i am about to expose to the world. sigh...here goes.

we would stand on the manhole cover facing each other. one of us would bend at the waist and yell, "i'm a BONER!" and the other would do this weird contortion that involved hands clasped above the head and feet together with knees bent out to the sides and yell, "i'm a NU-NU!" and collapse in hysterical laughter before we collected ourselves and raced home to call each other on the phone.

seriously. totally seriously. what the fuck?