Friday, November 7, 2008

Hey man, nice shot!

You can shoot the sheriff. You can shoot the deputy. You can even shoot the happy little reggae prisoners smoking funny cigars, just stop pointing that damn twig at me!

This morning, Peter discovered how to hit the air freshener button. This is good, especially considering the big smells that can come from small packages. This is not good, however, when you are Papa and you wake up completely robbed of oxygen that has been replaced by the gagging smells of 'Ocean Breeze'.

I came home from work to find a devastated Angie almost in tears. Let me just make a general statement to the jackhole on Crackbook who wrote that Angie 'got fat'. Go impregnate yourself. Then you will know the difference between being pregnant and being fat. Angie is neither and I am quiet certain that no more pregographs will end up on her page.

In the evening we got the boys settled in bed and Angie and I sat down for our normal two and a half minutes of 'us' time. At this point, Tom got extremely jealous of our excessive time hogging and started hyperventilating. There is no way to describe what happened next other than 'awesome'.

I looked over to see why Tom was breathing so excitedly. He waited until Mama came closer to check on him, and then he launched the most incredible booger out of his nose. It catapulted across the room in a perfect arc and landed smack on Mama's arm. Hey man, nice shot!

Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When Barbara come.
David: When I go'ed Peter kindergarten.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I can't do the bath, but tomorrow before we do anything, we're going to do a long bath all the way to the night.
David: When I want the other net but Peter take it.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To go in the sea.
David: When me and Peter and you and Rob go swim with Pop-pop.

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