Monday, May 24, 2010
There Must Be a Simple Explanation for It
Today was the first day of summer break for all the kids in the house and 'hood. So far I've been asked the following:
For a puppy
For $2.00 for a Kona Ice
To move out of the way because I was blocking someone's view of Millionaire Matchmaker
Did I need any more strawberries?
To please explain exactly what does "Adult Album Rock" mean
The following answers applied (in random order)
Thanks, but we're good
You just want me to change the channel, don't you? (that's the bonus answering a question with a question)
Not just no, but hell no to the infinite power
In addition, I wrote about 1,500 words (yeah, I know what I said), read some, watched some, cooked some, fed some, laundered some and laughed some. And those kids better not think that just because I made French Toast for them this morning that there will be special breakfasts every damn morning. They can eat PopTarts and other sort of foods brimming with high fructose corn syrup just like every other kid in the U.S. I mean, we live next door to a coal ash mountain. You think I'm going to worry about their diet?
All in all a good start to their vacation, wouldn't you say?
And how was your day, honey?
P.S. I found a pair of unexplained underpants somewhere in the house. They don't belong to any of the gents here. That I know of. Care to claim them, any of you darlings?
P.S.S. I have developed some kind of strange super power. Every time I hold my book in my hand and walk toward the door leading to the deck, I make it thunder. An interesting super power, I assure you, but not really lucrative or helpful.