Me to G: "I'm frying up some ham. You want some?"
G: "Why wouldn't I?"
So G brought home 3 "books" that he made in school. They are composed of about 6 little sheets of paper with little drawings or letters- one consists entirely of smiley faces, drawn remarkably alike, except one seems to be peering between some tall grasses and one seems to be relaxing in an overstuffed chair.
We get in the car as I pick him up from school and he says, "I have to look at my books."
"OK" I say, driving along.
He looks through one of the books and puts it down, disgruntled. "Well THAT was short."
The universe continues to conspire against us. JD got tune-up/small car repair- $189. I got maintenance $65. Awesome, cars should be good for 3 mos and we got by for about $250. JD calls- normally he works from home today, but he was on his way to training and his car broke down. Mechanic thinks transmission is going. Cats, squirrels, cars- it's always SOMETHING.
Weekend conversation with JD:
Commercial comes on TV, advertising "ChristianMingle.com"
Me: "Oh please, that is the lamest name ever. They didn't even try. How about 'Cross Paths' or something? Even that's better, and it only took me 10 seconds to come up with it."
I think a moment longer. "Oh! Who Would Jesus Date?"
JD: "Who Would Jesus Do?"
Me: "You win."
So on our way home from dinner last night, we saw a car on fire. We heard it before we saw it......KKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrr...... and then it appeared in a blaze of glory. A big, boxy, white sedan with the left front tire in flames-- the entire thing. It was a huge disc of fire, the entire wheel was engulfed. I fumbled for my camera, but the light changed and it turned the corner and disappeared into the night, trailing sparks and smoke, leaving only a memory and the smell of burning rubber. JD and I looked at each other in wonder, and I took his hand and told him how glad I was we had witnessed it together. Really, you had to be there.
G, eating dinner, complaining, as usual.
G: I don't like some of it, like the water (apparently I did not quite drain the pasta enough)
Me: Well... that's the nature of pasta.
G: You're the nature of pasta.
Me (to JD): You're going to end up getting our boy clobbered.
OK, so I spent 2 hours making dinner and somehow I am the last one that gets to take a bath?
I need a piece of chocolate cheesecake.
So we spent $550 getting the soffet on our house repaired- and the squirrel came back. Now I'm spending $125 to have a pest control company set traps, and $85 for each time they come back to the house to pick up caught squirrel(s). Then we have to fix the hole, AGAIN.
Damnit Neon, we miss you.