Sunday, April 19, 2009

Happy Feet

There’s something really relaxing about kicking your feet up and enjoying a beer in the sun. By that rationale, more beer and more sun should be, well…more relaxing. As it turns out, hangovers and sunburn are not in the least bit relaxing. I guess rationale is just another fancy French word for bullshit.

My stinky digits were not the only ones being aired out; Eisi stopped by for a surprise visit and took Davey's dogs on a helicopter ride.

After pilot and co-pilot landed safely, we had another surprise visitor.

Dalia showed up and suddenly everyone was partying like rock stars. I'm not quite sure why David appears to be doing the robot dance but he was probably just following instructions from one of the voices in his head.

I am also not quite sure why Clarice showed up with a broom. I hope this was not her subtle attempt at telling us that we live in a pig pen. We know. You can show up with a vacuum cleaner, brillo pads and an assortment of liquid cleaners if you want, but it won't change the fact that we are raising three pigs. My advice is to wear rubber boots when you come over and just ignore the smell. Nice try, though, Hilda.

After a liquid lunch of Kool-Aid followed by Kool-Aid, three not-so-calm kids searched the skies for signs of intelligent life.

As luck would have it, there was a witty being towering over them who has been self-described as being highly intelligent. Despite the intellectual jackpot hovering over them, they shooed me away and continued on their highly intelligent search for clouds that looked like SpongeBob SquarePants. I can't remember the last time I saw a square cloud, let alone a yellow one, but I guess there are different flavors of intelligence.

As the cloud watchers enjoyed cloud nine, Tom took his first parachute jump.

He must get his inner navigational sense from Papa, for he landed right next to the crate of Becks. He already has his two bottom teeth which would serve well as a bottle opener. If I could only teach the kid how to use his legs, I would not have to leave the balcony at all. I'll work on that one after I get Peter to whistle.

I was not the only one getting sleepy after an afternoon in the sun.

There's something really cute about the innocent snoring and drooling of a sleepy Johnson. By that rationale, Angie's nightly routine should be, well... even cuter. Man, the French are so full of shit.

Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I played with Dalia Lego's.
David: When Dalia come here.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When Dalia cried 'cause David said where Dalia is and she wanted to play hide-n-seek with me.
David: When Dalia cried 'cause I wanted to play with me hide-n-seek but then I know it that she there in.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play Lego's.
David: When Dalia go home and is still not crying.

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