Today was National No Rhyme (Nor Reason) Day.
Nothing rhymes with purple. I find this very sad. Purple has served us well as a color over the years, providing plenty of purpleness without complaint, and I believe with my whole heart that it deserves a rhyming partner. I suggest gurple, but I’m open to ideas. Any thoughts?
Last night I saw the moon and the moon saw me.
Rascal practiced howling at the moon.
My sweet mother sent Cole and me some chocolate chip cookies. It’s amazing how she just knew how much we wanted a cookie care package. YUM!
Cole and I tried to make a lamp cordless. We now own a soldering iron, solder, a wire stripper, strands of LED lights, and 9-volt battery packs. I learned that you must buy the solder separately from your soldering iron. I also learned that cheap wire strippers can turn my kid into a cussing, ill-tempered teen. The cordless lamp project was a failure, but we haven’t given up! The blogger that wrote the post has promised to try to enlighten us. How many lamps would you guess have bitten the dust in my house? Go on, take a guess? Bonus question: what breed of dog is most likely to knock a lamp off a table?
Hobo, the puppet, fell off the tippy top of Cole’s closet. He is still a bit of a tangled mess, but it was good to see that he was not hurt. Cousin Carla said he was scary looking. I said he was NOT! What do you think?
Two clever ideas:
No bug juice!
This sums up my political views right now:
Don’t you just love Crabby?
See you in the Morno. Really!