That Phase of the Moon

*disclaimer: this post makes no claims to hold any insight into life, the universe, or anything*


Miss Dog Lover, today, looking at the calendar, "Tonight we get a full moon."


Me, stirring oatmeal, "Yep."


Miss Dog Lover, "We keep getting full moons."


Me, "Pretty much every 28 days."


Miss Dog Lover, "They're nice."   :)

Nutshell Reports on Two of the Bananalets

Thus far today two of my crew have said things that just summarize their existence at this point in time.


Miss Dog Lover, after a visit to the endocrinologist to check on her thyroid, "So, what he said, is, I'm mostly normal." Uuuh, well. Reminds me of Earth's entry in the Hitchhiker's Guide.  :)


and Mr Music read aloud his cheesestick wrapper at lunch, which said, "Tigers can eat up to 90 pounds at a time" and immediately added, "Wow! I wish I could do that!" By which I'm pretty sure he means not that he was able to do that, but that he was permitted to do so, just judging by how much food we are ploughing through here as his teens creep up on us.