Tales from THE REAL O.C. - Two for the Price of One
- posted by Legal Bitch @ 2:00 PM | Permanent Link

Citing the previous post, entertainment was scarce in the REAL O.C. I played outside a lot. In the dirt. And got dirty. I ate dirt a couple times too (o.k., maybe 3 times, tops - don't judge me).

The primary reason for keeping us outside was that my dad was a cop who worked 3rd shift, so if we were in the house making a racket and woke his vampire ass up, we'd all get whacked. So mom sent us outside right after school, with a brief intermission to come inside to eat dinner and watch Thundercats at 5:30. Then it was back outside. I LOVED Thundercats. Remember them:



I wanted to be Cheetarah so bad - she was fast, she kicked ass, she was part cheetah or something, and she had an awesome magic staff. She was also the only hot girl/cat in a bunch of hot guys/cats. Oh, and she had superpowers and stuff I think. Anyway, my imagination was vivid enough (or I was just that ignorant back then) that one day I noticed I had little round, brownish spots forming on my arms. I thought "HELL YES, I am turning into Cheetarah!" and ran inside to tell my mom. I ran up to her while she was washing dishes, and I grabbed a broom and pretended it was my magic staff and I was Cheetarah and I was gonna kick some ass and I told my mom about my spotted skin and I was all "THUNDER...THUNDER...THUNDER...THUNDERCATS, HO!!!" My mom dropped her dishtowel, grabbed my arm, examined it, and simply exclaimed "Well hell, sweetie, you've got ringworm! You been eating dirt again?"