The party starts now

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Books, puzzles, blocks, electronic Thomas the Train railway set, VTech laptop, xylophone, jack-in-the-box, Leap Frog music table, Legos, Kasey the Kinderbot…yawn…stretch.

Batteries, rope, plastic bags, electrical sockets, the contents of the recycling bin…now we’re talking!

Time to get deep.

What you see here is a sample from the Rorschach inkblot personality test. Tyler took one look at it and declared, “It’s a person!” A telling statement about the human race, or merely a blob of bird poop on my windshield? You decide.z271

What you see here is a sample from the Rorschach inkblot personality test. Tyler took one look at it and declared, “It’s a person!” A telling statement about the human race, or merely a blob of bird poop on my windshield? You decide.

Card me right now or I’ll have feds all over your ass.

Today I presented a cashier with a case of beer and my license on top.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“It’s my license,” I said.
She stared at it, confused. “Are you writing out a check?”
“No, it’s for the beer.”
She squinted at me and smiled. “Oh! You won’t be needing this.”  I’m pretty sure I saw everyone in line elbowing each other.
I’m thinking sensitivity training for cashiers is in order.