It was 104 degrees out today. Hubby mowed the lawns and then insisted that he would surely perish if we did not go to get snow cones.
So of course, we did. Conveniently enough, Screamapillar works at a snow cone shack, so we visited her and left a little cooler and content.
On the way home, Hubby and I were talking about a problem at work.
Me: We've been getting lots of complaints about missing garbage cans recently up in the Indian Hills area.
Hubby: Seriously? Who would steal a trash can?
Me: Well, we'll send someone out from sanitation to look for the missing cans, and they usually find them downhill from their original location, with scuff marks down the backs. Prolly teenagers joyriding on the cans.
Eclair pipes up from the backseat: So they get in the trashcan and go downhill?
Me: Maybe. Or they ride on the side of the can or something.
Eclair: That would be really gross to be in a garbage can.
Me: Yeah. Pretty gross.
Eclair: That's kinda like what they do at Carls Jr. The big kids use the trays to go down the slide. They prolly shouldn't do that.......(long pause)....... but I only did it once.
Me: (trying not to laugh) Only once?
Eclair: But I won't do it again. 'Cause it's not really a good idea.
Me: Better than stealing a trash can, anyway.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Conbersations (she has a cold, you know) wib Eclair
ONE:
But it tastes like old socks. My tastebuds said so.
a teaser before the commercial break while watching the evening news: Queen Elizabeth - just how long has she been on the throne?
Eclair: Looks like about a million years.
TWO:
Do I have to take that coughing medicine?
Yes.
But it tastes like old socks. My tastebuds said so.
THREE:
Eclair is going to camp. Today she gave me a list of demands:
MOM:
Here is a list of things for you to do:
1. Water the plants at 3:10. After that, feed my fish 3 Pellets. (His food)
2. Go to my facebook & help me on BINGO its easy. If its too hard do farmville.
3. Try to clean my fish's bowl.
4. Check the mail for letters. If yes, put them on my dresser.
It's going to be a boring week without her.
How will I survive?
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