Found objects

The Champ dug this old, frightening thing out of the bottom of his toy box today:



Though, it kinda warmed my heart to see the old monster pillow back in action, gobbling up LEGOs by the dozens before the interlocking bricks were lost forever to the whirling vortex that is our vacuum cleaner.

I didn't even mind doing a little reconstructive surgery this evening when it turned out the poor critter's gullet wasn't as strong as it used to be.

Can't have reclaimed monsters leaking the building blocks of childhood now can we?

And now for something COMPLETELY different ...

I'll just be hanging out on the porch, waiting for the locusts.

Fancy that

Bagel Tyme.

This guy ...

  "Mom ... Who is this guy?"




"That is John F. Kennedy. He was your grandfather's favorite president."

"That makes sense. He has really cool hair."

What do you mean "uneven tan lines?"

Oh relax, she's fine. It's not broken.

The bad news is: She fell off the side porch this morning and sprained her thumb. She's going to be in a splint (that looks conspicuously cast-like) for a few days.

The good news is: She's going to be in a splint (that looks conspicuously cast-like) for a few days, and her friends will want to know all about how she fell off the side porch and sprained her thumb.

When life gives you lemonade ...

Try to sell it at the end of your driveway.