dearest hourglass

i want to smash you into a million pieces. and stamp on you. and make you eat your own sand. and then stand over my robotic vacuum cleaner while he painstakingly sweeps up every grain of your former existence. i don't like you very much hourglass.

seriously, i pay at least a thousand dollars a month for school lunches - and Sam doesn't even get them anymore :| today they send me a red letter demanding $2.25. what the heck is going on? is there a squirrel dressing as my child and fooling the lunch lady each day??

speaking of squirrels... whoever wrote that movie Up, thanks a lot. we were at the polite tea garden at the Huntington Gardens when Danny spotted a squirrel up a tree. he started to yell SQUIRREL!!!! at the top of his lungs. over and over and over. old ladies everywhere were covering their ears and shaking their jowels at him. whatever happened to jolly old ladies who smell like parma violets and offer candy to young children..... they seem to be extinct. i'm bringing them back in about 30 years!

the plasma car arrived and we feverishly hammered it together as silently as we could while he slept. Danny walked out of his nap and took one look at it and declared he was going to need to rest his head and fink about it because it wasn't green. WHAT???!! he has never even seen a green one to covet it so badly :( then he threw it outside so it didn't dust up the floors. what the?????! umm...

back with pictures. and yogurt. and a less stinkflower attitude