Friday, October 21, 2005

 

excuses, excuses, excuses

lowly is a superhero

Lately, calling our family "a little bit busy" would be like calling Robert Wadlow "kinda tall," Monica Bellucci "sorta good looking," or the ad agency that dreamt up Grimace (purple, wearing hat) "moderately creative."

Still and all, I'm storing up stories. Just tonight I described the little fall/harvest shindig we plan to go to tomorrow as a festival, and Shadrach said, "Oh goody, Daddy! I love festivals! [one beat, two beats] Daddy, what's a festival?"

I swear it never gets old...

Nor does the Hamburglar (far right) get any less creepy.

Comments:
so she does tell you when I call to complain that its been too damn long...just remember, you started this. It's not our fault you're so damn funny.
 
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Dear lisasmith1861,
I'm glad you found TBS/FCF "inquisitive." I'm afraid I found your comment a bit "automated."
Hugs,
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