once while visiting craig's grandfather, we had a picnic in the park. a couple stopped to read a sign while walking by us and the man said "dogs on leash bag droppings? what the hell does that mean?" and his wife said "hon! dogs on leash. (insert dramatic pause here) bag droppings." it was funny. today while driving by some construction, i saw a sign that said "be prepared to stop flagger ahead" and since ella got me up at 4:30 this morning and i've lost all sense of reasoning, i was trying to think of reasons i would have to be prepared to stop the flagger ahead. oy.
the only way to become a cool, well-paid blogger is to get skin cancer. i am well on my way. a few weeks ago i had a tiny mole removed from my back - just a precaution, really; the doc didn't even think it looked bad. he called today a bit flustered to tell me that there are some melanoma cancer cells in it and i need to go back and have a piece of my back excavated to be sure they get it all. melanoma is the big, scary cancer and luckily, mine is at the very very very beginning stage. craig had this done just a few months ago for some squamous cell carcinoma and his scar looks like a bullet wound. you know how they say married couples start to look alike as the years go by? craig and i are getting matching skin cancer scars. seriously? wear sunscreen and a hat and a long-sleeved shirt. that bee-yotch of a sun is not messing around anymore.
for the past few weeks, ella has taken to jabbing her little pointer finger in the air and exclaiming "i have an idea!" except she doesn't go on to share any sort of idea. we kept encouraging her to come up with an idea to share but it wasn't happening. so today she said "i have an idea! i will go to the zoo! that would be fun!". so there you have it folks - an idea. she has never been to the zoo but pretty much knows it's a blast. also, for any sleep obsessed parents out there: my child was sleeping pretty well for about a year and now she doesn't sleep - she gets up at the ass-crack of dawn, she throws a fit when it's bed time, wakes up crying in the middle of the night, takes sporadic naps, blah, blah, blah. tonight she wouldn't let craig leave her room until he had taken off all the shirts her stuffed animals wear and put new, clean shirts on them. wacko.
oh, here's the little "i no take a rest" right now: