Monthly Archives: March 2013
We spent Easter with good friends. Much fun was had by all. There was time to play on the trampoline: And lemonade to drink when it got too hot: Several dogs were in attendance: …which is not the same as a dogpile: Finally, it was time for the hunt: A mighty haul indeed! Everybody went … Continue reading
Dave: I bought Joey a little plush elk when I was in Wyoming just before he was born. He’s playing with it, and I had to explain the difference between “ears” and “antlers.” He had lots of fun pointing to each and saying “ears and antlers, ears and antlers.” …which then inexplicably morphed into “Aunt … Continue reading
We were looking through the freezer and happened to see a bottle of ketchup. Sez we: “what’s that doing in there?” Seems rather an odd place to keep ketchup. Then it hit us: it’s right next to the tater tots! Yes, the five-year-old has been in the kitchen, and his thought process is apparently contagious.
First, go here and get a sourdough starter (cost: two stamps, two envelopes. That’s what, a buck? Quit whining!) Second, care for the starter for at least two weeks. After it’s grown up, pour off a cup, maybe a little bit more, and let it sit without feeding for a few days (to let the … Continue reading
Shamelessly stolen from the internet:
Altogether now: groan!
TSA to continue allowing small knives on planes, this time on purpose. Because, really, they’ve been so effective at catching them thus far.
How do you know when your life has reached a point of stability? When you can get out of bed, go to the kitchen, make noise (grinding beans for coffee), come back, and the dog doesn’t even lift his head, then your life is stable.