Sometimes my daughters get very exasperated when I forget something they’ve told me, like whether they talked to their teacher about turning that homework assignment in late, or that they have a planned social engagement this week, or that they already took the test on The Great Gatsby and don’t need to think about it anymore. I try to tell them that it is hard to remember everything everybody is up to, and that furthermore, being older, my memory banks…
Actual quote from my vampire husband: “The sun is out–Aagh!” Separately: It seems I have a two-headed tulip in my garden (which also looks a bit vampiric).
It’s the season of gamboling baby cows! A smile on my way to work in the morning. And would I be frowning if they were gambling instead? Obviously, that would depend on how they pulled it off. Card-playing cows are difficult to frown at.
They painted the plane orange! and then very green and gooey, like something out of Ghost Busters. Then the landing gear proceeded to cackle menacingly as we took off. (My daughter says the plane is now French.)
Well, it is time for another round of Quirky (true) Stories. This time, I have a theme, which is: The evidence I have so far accumulated that many cartoon tropes (and cartoon-style physics) are, in fact, based on pure reality. Evidence the first: Cockroach encounters. Okay, to start, I grew up in Montana, where we kinda, mostly don’t have cockroaches? I mean, maybe we do, but if so, they keep a very low profile. So, the first time I ever…
Noooo! I broke the palindrome! (hash-tag: this is why numerology will never die)
My husband is awesome.
Things I love about my ridiculous SSCS stories – Item 1: I get to write sentences like this: Well, what did the underwear know about it?