The building inspector came today to look at our addition. The good news is, he thinks it’s coming along swimmingly, and he gave us the go-ahead to get started on the plumbing and insulation. The bad news is, he looked at the other wing of the house—with its wall-to-wall carpet of Moon Sand, a river of Juicy Juice from Anna’s spill-proof cup and tumbleweeds of stuffing yanked savagely from Anna’s beloved Build-a-Bunny—and declared it uninhabitable. Anyone in need of five free-loading roommates and their two bunny-mauling dogs?
My Nonsensical Thought of the Day
If you’re going to kill me, at least be upfront about it.
The many faces of sugar: agave nectar, barley malt syrup, corn sweetener, dehydrated cane juice, dextrin, dextrose, frutose, fruit juice concentrate, glucose, high-fructose corn syrup, honey, lactose, maltodextrin, malt syrup, maltose, maple syrup, molasses, rice syrup, saccharose, sorghum, sucrose, treacle, xylose. One thing that can be said about Kellogg’s Keebler Sugar Cones, Sugar Wafers and Sugar Corn Pops: you’ve got to appreciate their honesty.
If there’s one thing she can’t stand, it’s daredevil stunts in parking lots.
Every time Eva sees two adults walking side by side in parking lot: “Ugh oh! They’re not holding hands!”
Sometimes being #1 just isn’t good enough.
After proctoring my tenth year of the Connecticut Mastery Test this week, I realized I have read the same set of instructions 80 times and watched kids fill out bubbles for a 72.5 hours (more than three days straight).
Through it all, I am left to wonder: if number one pencils exist, where are they hiding, and why is no one allowed to use them?