Ya know?

I am sitting here at the computer, with a headache, sipping a Diet Coke from Sonic (which is probably why I have the headache), thinking about taking a shower. Being lazy.

There are three pre-teen and newly teen-aged girls cleaning up around my house right now. They work for food - it comes in handy. And they're highly entertaining to eavesdrop on for short periods of time. I say that because the human psyche is fragile. There is only so much giggling, rapid fire free association chatter and dramatic re-enactments it can take.

Sample: "Oh my God, I had - like - seven dejavu's yesterday - it was so weird -"

"Oh, I know and then you fell all those times playing volleyball yesterday in the front yard-"

"Oh, I know - I fell seventeen times playing volleyball in the front yard -"

"I have been scratching my toe all morning, I don't know why - something must have bitten me -"

"Oh, I know - I hate that -"

"Oh (notices red bump on side of toe) this must be why-" (friend scratches toe for her)

"Oh, I know, there's been something biting me too -"

"Oh, remember when my mom saw that bug?"

"And we had to make up our own Yahtzee score paper -"

"- Oh, I know!"

It goes on and on.

But, they do work for food.