There was money in there...all I got was a quarter. Not fair!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
a form of torture
Benjamin wakes up in the morning, goes to the pantry and retrieves his morning smoothie, and Elliott sees that bright red box and he quickly crawls towards Ben, panting and drooling, and Ben curls his body around his drink, protecting his treasure. Elliott pulls himself up using Ben's lap as leverage, and Ben, still sucking away at his smoothie as quickly as possible takes a break and says, "No, Baby Ot. No, Baby Ot." Elliott pays him no mind and reaches his hand out and clumsily touches Ben's face and attempts to grab the box. Ben has had it. "No, baby!" He gets up and he goes to the dining room table and finishes his smoothie, and then he throws the box away so Elliott can't even play with that. When it is time for Ben's Cheerios, Elliott is far away, two rooms over in the kitchen, but the memory of the smoothie incident has scarred Ben. "No, baby!" Ben's says. He is filled with paranoia, but Elliott doesn't care about Ben's Cheerios. Not yet anyway.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Friday, February 08, 2008
I know it's been awhile
but I'm busy with that little thing called a full-time job, and with two little punks running around. But I am taking the time to report on something of utmost importance. Tonight at the frozen yogurt shop, there was a man in line ahead of me. This was no ordinary man; it was a man wearing a Looney Tunes spandex bicyclist outfit, and those special bicyclist shoes that make the wearer appear to float a quarter of an inch off the ground. As if this weren't obnoxious enough, this man had a ponytail. A long, braided ponytail. And a soul patch. And several earrings. I hate this man with everything in my soul.
Monday, January 21, 2008
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