Sprung from my loins…
Have been experiencing technical difficulties… (will explain later) posting on the fly…
Rissa gave me this card for Mother’s Day…
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Lie on me!!
“Wait! Wait!” Rissa says, as I’m trying to depart her bedside. She clutches at me. “You can’t go yet.” “Why not?” “You have to lie on me!!” “Because why?” “Because then I can put my arm on my stomach and see if I can escape.” (This is one of those things that happened by accident…
The House Hippo…
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” from Rissa downstairs. “What? What is it?” I bolt to the top of the stairs. “This! JUST. LOOK. AT. THESE. PICTURES!“ “What are you looking at!?!” “I signed up for the House Hippo Instagram feed…” Oh thank God… She hadn’t found any of those pictures… House Hippos AKA Skinny Pigs AKA Hairless Guinea Pigs. …
Unswallowable… (and NO, I don’t mean THAT)
There was a discussion around the dinner table about how many teenagers in the Family Studies class at David’s school have ended up pregnant since the course began. A lot. Like more than a handful. These girls are in a class that GIVES them condoms and information on how NOT to get pregnant! I might…
Six Degrees of Separation.. according to Rissa
At the dinner table: I say to David, “You know what Will Smith movie we should see again? Six Degrees of Separation…” “Six degrees?” Rissa looks perplexed. “Yes, it’s a phrase that talks about the interconnectedness of…” “That’s like this big.” (She holds her fingers apart by this much, indicating the angle.) “That’s wee.” “Yes…
Rissa killed it dead!
Rissa murdered my hair dryer. It was a crafting catastrophe. One minute she was melting crayons on a canvas – the next my hair dryer was the victim of too much “on.” We suggested she use the heat gun. “That sounds dangerous.” “No, not if you use it correctly. It’s meant to be super hot.”…
Heart of Darkness Dance Party
“OH MY GOD!” Rissa exclaims. “What?” I ask, glancing up from my e-reader. “This,” she says, indicating her book. “THIS. STUPID. BOOK.” “What are you reading?” “Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. ARGH!” The book has fallen from her hands and banged her on the head. “Dude. Careful.” “It’s not me! IT’S. THIS. STINKING. BOOK.” She…
ROTFLMAO!!