attack of the sillies
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firework ninjas

June 29th, 2012

For the past few years that I’ve been living here, around every 4th of July, the fireworks ninjas come out to play. I call them that because they set off really loud, probably illegal fireworks, the police cars go to investigate, and then a few minutes later the fireworks go off from a different location. It’s funny watching them progress through the residential neighborhoods, the fireworks the only sign of their existence. They’ve never been caught. The mental image of them wearing black and hiding in the bushes completes the amusement.

head baps

June 28th, 2012

Chris, yesterday: “I better see what the weather will be like today.”
me: “Light, followed by dark, followed by light again.”
Chris: *bops me on the head*

Chris, just about every day: “Hmm, I wonder what I should wear today?”
me, every time she asks: “Probably clothes.”

Followed by more headbaps.

bongo butt

June 25th, 2012

Cats are weird.

sole dreams

June 23rd, 2012

Andrew’s foot is poking out from under the covers. Of course I feel compelled to mess with it. I don’t suppose it’s any wonder he has weird dreams.

lawyer planet

June 23rd, 2012

I randomly wondered why some Ferengi have head coverings, and started reading the Wiki article about their homeworld. I cracked up about requiring admission fees to enter another’s domicile, and their written language looking like a flowchart. I thought to myself, “Great, a world full of corporate lawyers.”

rump over catnip

June 21st, 2012

I flung the cat toy off the far side of the bed, to which the cat launched after, and fell off the side. With the bed so close to the wall, he got stuck for a moment, his butt hanging up in the air, until he figured out that gravity was going to be of no help whatsoever, and then wriggled the rest of the way ass over tea kettle out of sight over the edge of the bed. I lost it.

broken caffeine

June 21st, 2012

My coffee appears broken, it needs more vrooooom and less derp. (I keep yawning.)

worst homework ever

June 21st, 2012

Commenting on a news article in which a creative writing teacher in England told her students they had an epidemic of deadly typhoid to inspire emotional first-person essays:
‎”Sorry, children, you all have the plague. Now, write your obituaries. Isn’t this fun?! Why are you crying?”

oh baby

June 19th, 2012

Andrew’s concerned with the recent menses fun (and by fun I mean not so much) and he’s been dancing around me asking what he can do for me to help with the pain and intensity of it. I kinda wanna joke that there’s a way he can help it for nine months at a time, but I don’t think he’d find that funny.

interesting occasion for cake

June 19th, 2012

I posted a link to this article, in which the blogger creatively dealt with the first time her teenager screamed, “I hate you!”

I had nothing to add to the article, it was just incredibly funny.