YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TEENAGERS WHEN…

I came out here to write a short entry today.   I want my husband to take a picture of my hand wrapping so you can see what I have to deal with.  It’s pretty funny.

My teen son has been using my computer while I’m laid up.

So I look up at the ceiling…

…and see half a dozen spitballs stuck up there.

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7 responses to “YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TEENAGERS WHEN…

  1. How can you use the computer and spit balls up at the same time?

  2. allthingsmetal

    So if your hand is wrapped up that must mean you’re back from the hospital? Welcome Back!

    Elaine
    All Things Metal Clay
    http://www.creativetexturetools.com/news

  3. Ellen

    My son used to bounce a ball off the ceiling, and it was covered with little dirty circles from where the ball hit it. Drove my husband nuts. I’m impressed you are up and typing so soon! Don’t overdo it.

  4. Luann,

    Crack me up – thanks for the visual! I happen to have an embellished ceiling in my 12 year old’s room. Okay, she’s a girl so we’ve never done the spitball thing. You know those brightly colored ooey, gooey little creepy crawler things (think worms)? My daughter must have been bored one day, tore them apart and started throwing them up on her ceiling. To her delight, they stuck. We have a ceiling decorated in all kinds of ooey gooey colorful forms that slightly hang off. We call it the Lily installation!

  5. Deborah Hill

    Glad to see your post, and yes I laughed. My dear child is only 7 1/2 but I see the rumblings of what lies ahead as she she older.
    Take care
    Regards Deborah

  6. Kirsten, obviously a lot of “deep thinking” occurs while teenaged boys use computers…

    Deborah, oh yes, it gets..interesting. Check out this entry from my old blog: http://www.luannudell.com/blog/2006/10/25.html

  7. ROFL. Three years ago two little girls came over to play with my daughter. Things were a little TOO quiet. You know, the kind of quiet that sets the “Mom-dar” off blazing at 1000 db. I went upstairs, walked down the hallway, opened my daughter’s door.

    There were the three girls, sitting on my daughter’s top bunk. There was my daughter’s baby doll, taped to the ceiling like a hostage, with push pins stuck in her and green marker all over her face to help emphasize the point. The ceiling fan was spinning on high not too far from the doll.

    Needless to say, two girls went home, and I disappeared to the bathroom to die laughing.

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