General commentary

There is some tough news throughout my friends list (medical, marital, monetary, mood, job, and so on) not all of which I am able to comment on. But to the extent that good thoughts help, I want you to know you've got them in spades. Hang in there.

Ditchdigging is a noble profession to which to aspire, Part III

Yesterday over dinner I asked the kid how camp went. Did he switch to Pirate camp, like he wanted? No, as it happens, he decided to stay in Spanish Immersion camp after all.

I felt pleased, and more than a little smug. My smart boy! He stuck with the more intellectual camp! He met the challenge of foreign language head-on! This kid is GOING PLACES.

As all this parental self-congratulation was reeling through my head, I asked him why he stayed in Spanish. His response?

"So I could sharpen crayons."



He then proceeded to tell me how much he enjoyed peeling back the paper and turning the sharpener around and around. I don't know how much of Spanish Immersion camp is taken up with crayon maintenance (do I even want to know?), but apparently it's a hit with Captain Genius.

It's a closet website.

Why do I feel like punching both these people?

http://calclosets.com/

ETA: I just realized it may randomize the photos. So far, everyone I've seen has been pretty punchable, however. It was the woman-in-black, man-in-white couple that first got me.

It was great knowing you all

My dog just knocked over a half-full jumbo-sized can of baked beans and gobbled up most of what fell onto the floor before I could intervene.

He's been getting gassier and smellier in his old age anyway--I can't imagine what the night ahead holds for us. I am experiencing fear.