You know how your child can do something that is very, very cute; but then they can go and do the exact same thing in the wrong place?
Confused? Here’s an example:
My baby (learning to talk, among other things) will sometimes out of the blue point at her butt and say “poop.” Usually no poop there, but she’s just trying to sort things out.
She did that today. While we were at the swimming pool. In front of a lifeguard. Remember that scene from Caddyshack?
I’m off to mow the lawn. Then, I think we’ll go swimming.
update:
Mowed. Swam. Had watermelon. Now drinking some of the cheapest wine on earth and nibbling on a Little Debbie oatmeal pie. I picked up a box at the dollar store. Considering driving over to Wendy’s for a free frosty.
I’ve tried to let it go, but I can’t.
Why the hell didn’t somebody tell the President that Washington was under attack the other day?
I got chewed out once for not telling the wait staff of the restaurant where I was working that we were out of clam chowder. Imagine the Secret Service guys:
“Mr President? Did you have a nice bike ride?”
“Well, yes I did. Lovely day.”
“That’s nice, sir. Mr. President? A half hour ago they evacuated the White House. And your mom and your wife. And Cheney. And, well, all of Congress.”
“Ummm…”
“But don’t worry, it’s okay now.”
???
Also, after our “national outcry” about the Runaway Bride not apologizing, and needing to be charged for filing a false report, etc. etc. (Nancy Grace probably still has her panties in a wad over that one) — does anybody know how much it costs to scramble a couple of F-16’s for an hour or so? Plus a blackhawk or two? And poor Nancy Pelosi – did she ever get her shoes back?Who’s paying for all this?