Friday, June 29, 2012

Heat Meter

Ya know the way you learn in Scouts to figure out how warm the summer night is by counting how many times a minute the cricket chirps?
Well. I have a related idea.

We are right at 99 degrees at the moment and also on the humid side. And I did a grocery run. And I observed a phenomenon, not unlike the chirping of crickets: the irritability of parents with small children in tow. 

My untested thesis is that you can correlate temperature to how many times in Wal*Mart you hear a parent ask "do you want me to spank your butt?"

* side note: I am still waiting to hear an affirmative response from any child to that sort of question.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Field Trip

Today Devastatingly Handsome took me for a date. To the Fiestaware outlet store.  Very romantic, eh?

Yes. It was fun looking through the bins of seconds to find lovely bits of color for our house. Our purchases: 
 and... just for Miss Pink... the new color is Flamingo.  :D
Thanks, Devastatingly, for a fun date.  :D

Monday, June 25, 2012


In our new town, we often pass a street sign with some of the letters blacked out. What is left says:
It always makes me wonder how much you really have to see to be able to fill in the gaps.

Edited to add: we drove past another sign, missing some letters, so it now says:

Friday, June 22, 2012

Dining Out at Its Best

Today was our evaluations day so the homeschool year is all but done for us. To celebrate, Devastatingly Handsome took us out for dinner. We greatly enjoyed it ~ but I have to admit ~ sometimes I think maybe we don't get out enough: Miss Dog Lover fingered the creamer cups and said, "Wow! Free drinks, too!"

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Sample Day at Wal*Mart

Miss Dog Lover and I ran to Wal*Mart for summerific foods: yogurt and Celestial Seasons Perfectly Peach for making iced tea. 

The sample lady was there. 

She had some sort of new jolly ranchers but I do not like green apple or cherry so they do not even get upper case from me. Miss Dog Lover took a green apple but forgot to eat it and is not sure where it is.

She also had some sort of funky cole slaw made with some "cooking cream" I had never heard of but suspect may not be what I consider a real food. I did not look at the ingredient list so please do not sue me if it lists real food instead of chemicals. Anyhow.

We tried the slaw in little plastic cups. And the sample lady gave us the smallest sporks I've ever seen, so I saved them. My Mum is a fan of The Owl and the Pussycat so we always  called sporks "runcible spoons." Photo below: pen included for scale and monkey for yellow funness.  :)
Do you think these would make great earrings? 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

*Zing* Dinner's Ready!!

Mr Music has always been one of those manly men who can take anything. Except hypodermic needles or an insect landing on his food.

And Miss Language is recently returned from China, and soon to go back, with of course, some stories about eating things for which I have no idea of the calorie count.

And Devastatingly Handsome hung one of those Blue Light Special Bug Zappers on our porch.

Imagine my surprise when Mr Music asked at dinner, "Would it be safe to eat those bugs from the light? I mean, they are practically prepared already."

So. Any biologists out there who can answer? Do bug lights kill not just the bugs, but also any sort of nasty germs they may be carrying? I am envisioning a science fair project in this one. Just so I am not called on to taste test anything.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Ticked Off

Now that we live, essentially, in a cabin in the woods, let me just say I HATE TICKS!
Devastatingly Handsome has a jar full of rubbing alcohol to drown the ones he picks off our dear doggie. Bleh. I just added one from my neck. Bleh. All I did was innocently plant out some basil and parsley and lavender. Bleh. I am going to take a bath in boiling betadine. Bleh.

They are vile. Disgusting. Abominable. Repulsive. Disturbing. Gross. Offensive. Contemptible. Revolting.

And how on earth did the expression "ticked off" come to mean angry? Isn't being ticked off good? I want to be ticked off permanently. I HATE being ticked on.