Why I Think Exaggeration is the Bomb...

I like to think that my prodigious exaggeration is another mechanism to squeeze happiness out of life.  You know?  Like, saying, "I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pop a vein" is way more funny than, "I laughed so dang hard."  Right?

Kind of like saying Ace's cheeks go on for miles.  

Only, whoops, that one is true.  :)

On my rare shopping outing, one of my favorite things to say is, "Oh my fetch, could you just die?"  Listen, I'm not ever gonna kill over from cuteness of a shirt or a pair of shoes, but it makes my appreciation clear, correct?  Or as they say, "Crystal Clear."  Yes indeed.

Likewise, yesterday I told RyGar that I would rather cut my own arm off than fold one more batch of laundry.  See?  Suddenly my endless exaggerating effectively communicated to RyGar that I was, in fact, going to get my butt folding yet another load of laundry and that possibly chocolate and a compromise on the current tv show blaring on the tube would be required.

Exaggeration... You are officially one of the English language's better tricks, in my opinion.  

And now I must warn you that the following sentence is NOT an exaggeration:

*This post shows booty in bulk*

Lately the littles have all been enraptured with the bravado effect of the sprinkler under the trampoline.

I get it... The sound, the spray, the sensation.  It's high on summer's rad list.

Apparently the best way to experience the sprinkler/tramp combo is in the nude.

Well, Who am I to argue?

  

Besides, I feel strongly that little nudie patooties are the best possible kind of kiesters.

Kapeesh?!

I doubt it is in an exaggeration to say that my little troop likes showing heiny more than any other kids on the planet.  I also doubt I exaggerate when I tell you that I smile like a lunatic when I see them strip in a torrent as they make a mad dash across the yard to the beckoning of the water.  

And lastly, I am not exaggerating when I say I had to delete hundreds of photos from this little sprinkler sesh because they were, um, "showing the full monty".  Oh the strategically placed "blurs" I would have to place to show those photos would be endless.  

And there you have it... 

Exaggeration and Reality at its finest.