I just finished watching an episode of the Kardashians. It was on and my weed pulling fingers were too tired to change the channel. Wait, that sounds really bad. At least the excuse of “it was on and I didn’t feel like changing the channel” actually worked back in the stone age….the age of my childhood where we had to get off the couch and manually turn the dial (yes dial) to a channel that was not plagued with static. But weed pulling cramped fingers? Weak. True, but weak.
The Kardashian episode reminded me of when we were in NY and we
stalked just happened to land in front of the hotel that Kourtney and Kim were staying in. My oldest was very poised as she posed for this picture, even with her Where’s Waldo Bright Orange Hat brother making faces at her….just trust me, she was. You can see the evidence of Bright Orange Hat’s presence in the window reflection:
We crossed the street
to get a better look and just happened to see their balcony and Scott just happened to be out smoking and talking on the phone…just trust me, he was:
At one point we lost Mr. Pavlov and Where’s Waldo Bright Orange Hat. When we finally found them Mr. Pavlov just happened to be doing his own civilized stalking. If you look closely you can even see the drool marks he left on the window….just trust me, he did.
And where was our middle child while all of the civilized stalking was going down? Playing it safe.
It just so happens that we didn’t cause a scene even with the Bright Orange Hat. We took our pictures and quietly left like good little civilized stalkers.
Just trust me, we did.