Tuesday? Wednesday?
I'm all screwed up today. For some reason, I think it's Tuesday, yet I know school starts on Wednesday and I was out there waiting for the kids to get on the bus this morning. The point is, I'm not ready with this week's 4S episode. I'll try to have it posted by tomorrow--I know you're all just dying to see it.
School started today, which meant waiting for the bus. Only instead of the bus coming at it's normal 8:20 AM, it comes at 9:00. I'm not sure why the damn bus has to be so late on the first day. It's not like the route is different (okay, I don't know that for sure, but it's always late the first day, so what gives?)
There's a whole herd of kids at the bus stop this year as our middle child moves up to middle school with her older brother (he's overjoyed to have her on the bus and in the school). And bored teens are so much fun. From what I could see, at least two kids were picking up small rocks and chucking them down the street; then they chased a squirrel with a stick that ran across the power lines. I keep trying to remember if I did such stupid things and how natural selection never really caught up with me. But I can't seem to recall my early teen years so well, so I can't rule it out, I guess.
I know later, in my early 20s I did stuff that really should have outright killed me, but my teens? Who the hell can remember that?
In other news, I'm working board games into everyone's lives around here. I pulled a few games out of storage, Risk, Cathedral, Car Wars... We played a couple of games of Scrabble which was more fun than I remembered it to be. I'm working my way to up to strategy war gaming, which I sorely miss.
posted by Evil Wayne @ 1:41 PM
6 Comments:
I'm suspicious of "rodes" and "faxs".
Also, what is the blank tile in the middle right supposed to be? The one that spells "*IG" and "*IVE"?
Oh, I conquer. ;)
Rodes is clearly wrong - a result of letting our daughter take a turn and me not paying attention to what's going on. Faxs should probably be faxes, if at all.
You can't figure out what makes *ig and *ive?
Come on... it's easy.
Hmmm, well at the very least it could be f, d, g, or j ...
It was an F. Fig and five.
Liar. It was totally a "d". I don't know why you're all embarrassed about it now ...
You caught me.
Wait a second, no you didn't, you psycho. It's an F.
Post a Comment
<< Home