IM chat with son:
Me: What is “Zwilf?”
Kegan: It’s a magical number right after infinity.
Me: You mean like sparkly unicorns?
Kegan: ?! Are unicorns numbers?
Me: Sure, they’re the magical sparkly number right after “Zwilf.”
Kegan: If I keep having conversations that don’t make sense people will think I’m insane.
And I won’t know when you go senile.
Me: I can’t go senile unless you buy me a ticket.
THIS WEEK’S QUOTE OF THE WEEK:
I never put Americans in my hot chocolate.
I’m sitting here in the predawn quiet looking at the shuttle Atlantis. She has just landed after her final journey of 5,284,862 miles, having hurled herself at the world while most of America slept. Fifty-five thousand of us watched her as she pushed her way back into our atmosphere, hurtled toward Florida, flew lower and was picked up by infrared cameras at Kennedy Space Center. Continue reading
Or not enough friends or something. 🙂
What was that I just said? About being 70% potty trained? Uh-huh. “70% potty trained, depending on her attitude” is what I should have said. Continue reading
Abigail is trying so hard and she’s doing amazingly well. I’m declaring her 70% potty trained. She is in regular underpants all day and will go potty herself (as opposed to me asking, sitting her down and her “accidentally” going while she’s there) and do her thing. Continue reading
Well, all right. I’m not a farmer and what we’re doing isn’t on the whole “running a farm” level. But still.
If we lived in a commune where if you don’t kill it you don’t eat, I’d starve to death. (I ain’t strangling no chicken!) Grow your own food? I’m not spreading manure around! (Ew! Do you know what that IS???) For those very reasons I always said if the end of the world came I’d be in a cave with cases of bottled water and Snickers. (They handle your hunger so you can handle anything!) Continue reading