Friday, August 14, 2015

We Have a Key and Everything


"Mom? Is it time to go to Felix's to take care of the Guinea pigs?"

"Sure. We can go now if you're ready."

"What if someone sees us taking their mail while they're out of town and they call the police because we're in their house feeding Honey and Squeaky and then we go to jail? Who's going to feed them this week if we're in jail? Oh, wait. Dad could do it."

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Lookin' Good


"Mom? Am I going to have to get braces?"

"The dentist isn't sure yet. We have to wait and see."

"If I do get them, I'll need the shiny gold thing with the diamonds. What's that called?"

"A grill?"

"Yeah, I'll need a grill. That's the only way they're going to look good."



Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Theme for the Day: Wednesday


When I break apart every day, I find a theme that best sums up that twenty-four hour period. Today? We drove an hour to an appointment on the westside. For forty minutes of that ride, Bob entertained himself by making loud fart noises. And that's Wednesday.



Tuesday, August 11, 2015

The Amusement Park: A Review


"Mom? I think my favorite part was riding The Silver Bullet, or maybe that other roller coaster where I couldn't stop screaming and yelled, 'Goodbye cruel world!' and that guy laughed. That super swingy ride that you threw up after was fun too, except for the part where you barfed, but don't worry, that didn't wreck anything for me. Panning for gold with that old miner named 'Pappy' was fun. Do you think his real name is Pappy? Posing for the old-timey picture and dressing up like cowboys was cool and that ride in the mine was awesome except it kind of smelled like the inside of the washing machine. My shirt's still wet from that big rapids ride. Do you still have water in your ear from when it splashed up in your face? That candied apple was so big, I'm going to bring the rest home for Dad. And Mom? I'm pretty sure this was the best day ever."








Monday, August 10, 2015

Amusement


"Mom? It's 5:53! Get up! Today's the day for Knott's Berry Farm! We need to leave! We are going to ride everything and not even barf but I'll probably scream my lungs out! My actual lungs, not even pretend lungs!"




Sunday, August 9, 2015

Smacksy Sunday Links



Ways to simplify your life in ten minutes or less.

You know I like to remind you now and then - be ready for a disaster.

A secret ballroom built in the 1800s lies under a lake in England. Otherworldly.

And a weasel named Ozzy.

Happy Sunday.