Happy 4th!

<p>Happy 4th of July, my fellow Americans (a day early…)! No excitement for us this year, the company that we were getting our pyrotechnics jobs from was sold and SOMEONE didn’t follow up with the new company…(it wasn’t <span title="Roger Rabbit – my SO" class="serendipity_glossaryMarkup">RR</span>…it was someone else…who’s name is now mud.) SO no kabooms for us this year. Which sucks. It’s making me a little antsy – this is the first year in the seven since I met RR that we haven’t blown stuff up on the 4th. Not sure if I can handle it…</p><p>So, I have a little bit of
‘teenage logic’ to share, it has nothing to do with the holiday, but it
cracked me up and it’s blog worthy ;o)</p><span title="My daughter (The Teen)" class="serendipity_glossaryMarkup">Dobby</span> managed to land a job at the local grocery store (*not* the ‘<a href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=1635&amp;entry_id=228" title="http://www.guidosfreshmarketplace.com/" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.guidosfreshmarketplace.com/’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;" target="_blank">fancy</a>’ one). She likes to come home and regale us with tales of who visited her register that day. So far her reports have been pretty mundane (like, Pastor Van was in the store today and Noni stopped by). Until today, that is.<p>Today she practically bounced into the living room and announced, &quot;GUESS who came through my line today?!&quot;</p><p>I like to stay calm in the face of bouncy teenagers so I answered my usual, &quot;No.&quot;</p><p>Dobby: &quot;That would be <a href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=1636&amp;entry_id=228" title="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000261/" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000261/’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;" target="_blank">KAREN <em>ALLEN</em></a>!&quot;</p><p>Personally, I was pretty damned impressed that she recognized KA, let alone remembered her name for the 2 hour delay between seeing her and telling us. However, I try to keep my being impressed to myself or the child might decide it’s time to quit trying to impress me ;o)</p><p>So I said, &quot;oh, really&quot;</p><p>Dobby: &quot;yeah, and she had to sign her slip so, like, I had KAREN <em>ALLEN</em>’S signature IN MY <em>DRAWER</em>.&quot;</p><p>I couldn’t help myself, that is pretty damned funny (just add an ‘s’ to the end of that and think about it for a minute…there ya go). <br /> </p><p>Then, not two minutes later when I returned to the Living Room (had to stir the pasta) there is yelling, &quot;I HAD NO IDEA SHE WAS IN <a href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=1637&amp;entry_id=228" title="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082971/" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082971/’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;" target="_blank">RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK</a>!&quot;</p><p>After hearing that, I seriously considered disowning her. I mean, really. How could she NOT have known that?!?!</p><p>Then I realized, she recognized KA from my babbling on about her knitting, NOT her film career!</p><p>Bonus for Dobby! ;o) Of course, now I wonder what she’ll do when <a href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=1638&amp;entry_id=228" title="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000658/" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000658/’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;" target="_blank">Merryl Streep</a> decides to stop in for tomatoes…or <a href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=1639&amp;entry_id=228" title="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004874/" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004874/’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;" target="_blank">Vin Diesel</a>…</p><br />