Okay, so Summer break is upon us and the kids and I have been busy and then there were the terrible tornadoes, and I've been slightly depressed since Sunday after seeing the wreckage on TV, and I haven't felt like writing anything...
Anyone even notice?
Anyway, let me start off by saying that when the hub came home with a BULLWHIP from a garage sale for our 8YO, I didn't think it was an age appropriate gift.
My Nanna used to scare me into not playing with such things by saying I'd "whip my eye out!" I used to picture my eyeball actually on the end of the whip, dangling precariously.
So far no eye whipping has happened, although every time I try it, I seem to get my arm. Probably from a lack of practice as a child!
But, I must say, that if you're in the market for silly kid faces, which we are here due to slight mother depression, just hand your kid a bullwhip and let the good times roll.
Cue your best Devo impersonation...
Crack that whip!
When a problem comes along, you must whip it.
Step on a crack, break your momma's back.
Now whip it.
Whip it good!
Go forward. Move ahead. It's not too late to whip it. Whip it good.*
*My apologies to Devo.
Apparently bullwhipping is a full body workout if you do it right. I'd like to be the first to predict it as the next exercise craze. I'm thinking you add a few Zumba moves, and a couple of whip cracks, some red Lego looking hats, and you've got yourself a show right there!
Just be careful and don't whip your eye out.
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