food, crochet, merriment
Finished this factory sealed puzzle just barely. Notice anything peculiar? Hmmmm? Yeah, there are about 60 pieces missing. Yes, I know the two year old was helping, but we’ve checked EVERYWHERE and there is no sign of even one rogue piece kicking around anywhere. So unless she ate them- this is a Sherlocian mystery.
I’ve never seen anything like this.
Sheesh.
I came home from class today to find this little car completely blocking my driveway. Completely. I had to park next door at the COPA Studios. The studio made an announcement that someone needed to move their car–but to no avail. After a couple of hours, I didn’t know what else to do, so I called the police. They were very nice and said they’d take care of it. They ran the license plate and found the owner at a mall in Provo with her friends.
WHAT the HECK?!!
The police man told the gal to come move it or he’d have it towed.
She came.
She saw.
She moved it.
People are so weird sometimes.
Oh, to watch this little Magoo, having his first real taste of this exotic, lovely treat…
one would certainly think that he was being force fed something scary…
nasty…
horrific even.
Certainly it must be a dreadful tasting thing. Something so terrible that it makes a baby cry…
and then gag.
Poor, poor baby.
Come on now.
Be brave.
Be strong.
Be good…
and…
eat…
your…
cupcake.
Seriously?
The bald kid sent us a funny story the other day. Well, not funny “ha-ha” but funny odd, or funny dreadful–if you’re the mom in the story.
He told us that on one of his long train trips back and forth and up and down in this far away land, they stopped at a regular station and had to show their passports to the border patrol–as usual. Well, apparently my boy’s “Russian face” (whaat?!), Russian diction and American passport caused quite a hassle with the officials. They interrogated him forever because he seemed very suspicious somehow.
My boy. Suspicious. I must tell you here that this fellow is the very LEAST suspicious person on the face of the planet. I know, I’m his mom, but still…
ANYway, they brought the big dogs on the train to sniff through his whole travel compartment but of course, they found nothing. Once the dogs were finished the men tore through his personal luggage and made him explain every single article in it. He said the shake down and questions held up the whole train for about an hour and a half. All because of that…face. Who knew that my baby boy had a Russian face? Where’d he get that?
I don’t know about you, but this whole thing would have scared the wits out of me. But this guy? Oh, no. His response to the whole thing?
“It was great to have all the language practice. The whole process was sweet and I really enjoyed it!”
Who IS this guy.
Sheesh.
😕
…Uncle Dane style.
I know…I know. Better than the circus, right?
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