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rafaela cut short my trip to the instant lottery vending machine with a curt, "Bad Quaker! No oatmeal!" I informed her that I might start talking to her again by the time we got home. (Upon discussion later, we determined that as funny as the comment was, it wasn't horribly accurate; this was how I decided to look into getting T-shirts made up that read, "Bad Quaker! No potluck!")
2) Sometimes I just feel plain dumb:
Abbey: Daddy! I did a scientific experiment!
Me: Oh?
Abbey: Yeah! I mixed Chemical Z with Chemical Y and Chemical X.
Me: Really? And what did you get?
Abbey: Chemical W.
*cough* Yeah. I knew that.
3) Creepy wasted 60-year-old guys in bars who want to strike up conversations about Mad Dog 20/20. No. Just...no.
4) Tomorrow, I get to pick up the kids early, and keep them overnight over to Memorial Day. We have no plans set in stone, save this: stay out of the apartment as long as is humanly possible. See, this place is small. I have no toys. I have no cable. The kids have no choice but to murder each other. Playground, here we come...
rafaela cut short my trip to the instant lottery vending machine with a curt, "Bad Quaker! No oatmeal!" I informed her that I might start talking to her again by the time we got home. (Upon discussion later, we determined that as funny as the comment was, it wasn't horribly accurate; this was how I decided to look into getting T-shirts made up that read, "Bad Quaker! No potluck!")2) Sometimes I just feel plain dumb:
Abbey: Daddy! I did a scientific experiment!
Me: Oh?
Abbey: Yeah! I mixed Chemical Z with Chemical Y and Chemical X.
Me: Really? And what did you get?
Abbey: Chemical W.
*cough* Yeah. I knew that.
3) Creepy wasted 60-year-old guys in bars who want to strike up conversations about Mad Dog 20/20. No. Just...no.
4) Tomorrow, I get to pick up the kids early, and keep them overnight over to Memorial Day. We have no plans set in stone, save this: stay out of the apartment as long as is humanly possible. See, this place is small. I have no toys. I have no cable. The kids have no choice but to murder each other. Playground, here we come...
