Fortune Telling

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When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people:
those who let it happen, those who make it happen,
and those who wonder what happened. 

~ John M. Richardson Jr.

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There are three women in our household.  One is simply going through an emotional phase and another is going through terrible two's.  No, I'm not either one of those.  If you count the dog, dad of the year is simply outnumbered!  Our nights are often filled with no-no's, random screaming, incessant use of shirt tugging followed by "mom...mom...mom...mom", searching for homework and tripping on shoes left in the middle of the kitchen.  While it's hectic and loud, I can't imagine it any other way.  Ask dad of the year, and he'd simply like a little less emotion, or as he refers to it - estrogen. 

I'm what some may refer to as a child of the 80's.  If growing up loving Madonna music, remembering the Challenger explosion and knowing what jelly shoes are makes you a child of the 80's, then I guess I am.  Although maybe the use of the world child is pushing it.  But, we don't know each other well enough yet to talk age. 

Another memory of the 80's is the Magic 8 Ball.  Come on now.  How many of us went to slumber parties where we asked that silly little toy if the cute boy at that moment would "go" with us?  How many of you cringed when the result was "reply hazy, try again?"  Oh, and when you couldn't quite get the answer to appear in the window...that could have single-handedly caused a meltdown of epic proportions! 

Daughter of the year #1 has a cute Hello Kitty Magic 8 Ball spin-off.  This one is designed so you simply click the kitty's bow and the answer appears on the bottom.  No shaking necessary.  Aha!  However, in true Magic 8 Ball fashion, you never seem to get the response for which you were hoping.

Dad of the year encountered this recently.  When the Hello Kitty Magic 8 Ball was found while cleaning out toys, we all took turns asking silly questions.  Dad's question was nothing short of expected. 

"Will the amount of estrogen in this house ever lessen?" he asked. 

I quickly snapped this photo because a picture truly is worth a thousand words. 

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