I still need to post pics, but I thought I would leave you with a funny tale or two.
Yesterday, my youngest son was sitting on the couch watching Scooby-Doo. And eating Scooby Snax.
Today, while driving into Seattle, we passed a guy dressed in a seven-foot-tall gingerbread man outfit. Specifically, he was “Gingy” from Shrek. He was advertising for A Better Roofing Company.
Last week I was sent an email with a rather vague subject of “five dollars”. The joke that followed?
“The other day I pulled into the gas station, went in, and asked for five dollars worth of gas. The cashier farted, and gave me a reciept.”
Crude, I know, but it goes rather well with Crazy Aunt Purl’s reasoning of why the Pope won’t visit L.A.
And now I’m off to plan a meeting and knit.