Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Yes. He Really Talks Like This

While I was visiting Minnesota a couple of weeks ago, I called home to ask Mensa Boy a question.

Nate answered the phone.

"Hi! This is your mother. Is Dad around?"

"Yes. But currently he is conducting a transaction with a kid at the front door."

Last night I came home from an appointment right at 6 p.m. It was suppertime. I had no idea what to have. I didn't feel like going back out to pick up something.

"I'm not sure what we should have for supper. Any ideas?"

"Well, there is still a pizza in the freezer, unless you were thinking we should eat in unanimity."

das my boy....

Monday, February 19, 2007

Hippo Dreams

There is no polite response to this question:

"Did I tell you about my hippo dream?"

Yes, he did tell me about his hippo dream. Once was enough. It seems he was out walking in the Sahara desert when a miniature hippo threatened at him. Yes...miniature. Shorter than his knees.

No. It did not bite him.

No. He doesn't know why he was in the desert.

And no. He doesn't know why a hippo was in it.

But it must have made quite an impression on Mensa Boy, because he's mentioned this dream twice in the last two days.

It's Gone...For a While

Today I had to take my Fuji FinePix camera to Best Buy for repair. The little lens covers don't open all the way, for some reason. It is apparently out of warranty, so I'll be paying something and waiting 2-4 weeks for that something to happen.

It will be a little tough to work without a camera. But the school has a couple I can borrow.

As I walked out of there with just the neckstrap in my hand, it kind of reminded me of taking the dog to the vet for the last time.

That was a dramatic statement, wasn't it?

Today is President's Day. What does that mean? Usually no school. But our district is in session today to make up for a snow day we had a few weeks ago. Better we make it up now than during Spring Break.

What does this mean for me? Well, when I worked in an office I used to love days like President's Day. We never had the day off, but there'd be no mail. NO MAIL!!! So that meant it was a good day to get caught up on the stuff I already had to do without worrying about new stuff coming in.

Now in my pathetic, work-at-home state, it just means that there's no mail to break up the monotony of the day.