Saying yes...

Dr. Bombay! Dr. Bombay! Emergency... Come Right Away!

EL had to take a trip to Urgent Care after an Ultimate Frisbee scuffle... hopefully it was just a sprain, nothing broken... while there, the Dr. said, "So, has this part of her foot always looked like this???"

Me: "Umm, yes... her father's look the same way..."

Granted, I probably should have had portions of her feet looked at long ago, but EL had other issues to deal with that made me try to lessen Dr. appointments. Her Dr. never mentioned it, and frankly, her Dr. was waaaaaay too into, "OH MY GAWD!!! You need a SPECIALIST!!!"

I was reiterating this again today... saying how her Dr. would have gone, "Oh my GAWD! You've parted her hair on the wrong side! You need to see a hair doctor!!!"

And then, on cue, EL said, "Herr Doktor Bimler??"

:)

I lahve that my kids get word play... even if maybe one or both have their father's funky feet... at least they got our dominant word gene.

Because nothing snaps a blog out of a coma faster than produce...

They had a huge stand of "Pluots" at the store yesterday... the sign said, "Dinosaur Eggs", but frankly, pluot skin makes me think of narwhals.

This blog???

Animules...

Mr. Handsome has developed a taste for tomatoes. He's a known apple junkie, but I guess has decided to branch out to Love Apples as well. If I'm not swift and alert when passing our row of tomato plants, Mr. H manages to stealthily snag one, whereupon he makes a beeline for the house, and once inside the house, makes another beeline for the top of the stairs where he crunsh, crunsh, crunshes... I've seen this happen enough that I know now what to look for before coming in... his mouth, semi-shut, lips in an o formation. Also, copious amounts of drool cascading down from his drooping drool sacs.

The below photo was taken right after he devoured his top of the stairs snack and decided to venture back down to see if he was in trouble. I don't know... do you think he looks guilty?

Another animal that is finding food in our yard is one of a pair of hummingbirds that hangs out. This one though has taken to perching on the feeder for 30 minutes or more every morning. Excuse the crappy photos, but I have to take them between blind slats. I can open the slats and it won't bother her, but if I pull the blind all the way up, there's not enough to distract her from the coffee-drinking human on the other side of the pane.

Help! What does this song remind me of???

The refrain reminds me of something from maybe... the 80's?? The 90's?? Oh hell, I don't know. I just know it reminds me of something as does her autotuned voice. I like it, don't get me wrong, I just can't place it. Also, after hearing the "someone let the gate open" song in it's entirity... and not just the damn Citibank commercial, which made me want to heave the TV out the window... I realize it's not nearly that bad.

Also... pretty soon we won't have to say, "Heave the TV out the window." TV's don't weigh nearly what they used to. We finally replaced an old behemoth that took two strapping men to carry... it was replaced with something that weighs a tenth what it did and was less expensive, but is still better quality! Go figure.

 

 

Pinko?? Delicious or Disgusting??

Perhaps they'd be better if they were encased in a hard candy shell... or, served between two slabs o' shicken (it's how the boy, whom I babysat for long ago, said it. "I want shicken and sheese!") Maybe if it was Gummi Pork Rectum. Rectum??? Damn near killed 'em! I digress... All I know is, my lamblets owe Uncle Pinko (a stranger who buys them candy) a DoD... in the meantime... discuss!

No discussing "bone-in rectums" allowed