Okay– I had a beautiful post–I did. I still do. It was an in depth reflection about when we go out and fight battles and when we stay back and protect the home, and it had a crapload of classical references and movie references and some rock-awesome prose, but, for a lot of reasons, it didn’t get put out. Anyone who wants to read it is welcome to send me a PM and I’ll send it to you individually, but for now, we’re going to settle for a really awful joke about effluvia, and a picture of a sleeping animal.
The awful joke about effluvia was really a realization that Zoomboy had about synonyms:
“Mom, mom! I thought of two more synonyms, want to hear them?”
“Sure!” (I said in all innocence.)
“Two synonyms for ‘barf’ and ‘vomit’ are ‘throw-up’ and ‘puke’!”
“Your teacher must be so proud.” And so am I. Mostly.
And other than that? Tomorrow I’m going to be up to my eyeballs in pies and other cooking shit–and then it’s the split family juggle on Thursday. I’m sort of looking forward to the cooking shit–the family is getting a little stir crazy with all this vacation!
A real blog post next time–swear. Sometimes, it’s just that discretion really is the better part of valor.
