“What if all there was to eat in the world was Toaster Waffles? Then every freezer would be full of Toaster Waffles, and every refrigerator would be full of butter. That would be awesome.”
–my son Badger
Aug 142007
Aug 012007
Is it August? Already? Really? Nobody told me! Seriously. Nobody.
I’ve been wanting to write a post, a long post about how our neighbors hate us. It is a riveting story; complete with snow, junk cars, kids in yards, cat shit, and (gasp) the police! I’ve been trying to get down all the details in my head for quite some time. But now besides being incompetent and lazy, I am also going on vacation. One last trip before the kids start school and I vow to never leave the house again! ( A vow I just remembered will be broken a week later when I will be kidnapped and taken to Burning Man. I’m not going to be kidnapped because I don’t want to go to The Worlds Largest Counter Culture Festival, but because that is the only way anyone is getting me to leave my house again this calender year. I don’t like leaving my house. Period.)
Anyway, the neighbor story is coming soon-ish, in the mean time satiate yourselves with a picture of the Beast That Started It All:
