Oh, dear.

Dear Daughter:
After asking for pretzels, why did you take several handfulls and toss them on the kitchen floor?

Dear Dog:
You, who will eat just about anything – including rocks and brownies the kitty leaves for you in her box – don’t like Pretzels?  What’s up with that?

Dear Family:
At some point, after crunching pretzels underfoot all day, do you think you could find the strength to reach over and pick up a broom and dustpan and, oh I don’t know, sweep them up?  Or am I the only one (other than the dog) to walk through the kitchen barefoot?

Melissa made me do it

She sent me this killer joke:

A panda walks into a restaurant, sits down and orders a sandwich. He eats the sandwich, pulls out a gun and shoots the waiter dead. As the panda stands up to go, the manager shouts, “Hey! Where are you going? You just shot my waiter and you didn’t pay for your sandwich!”The panda yells back at the manager, “Hey man, I’m a PANDA! Look it up!”

The manager opens his dictionary and sees the following definition for panda: “A tree dwelling marsupial of Asian origin, characterized by distinct black and white coloring. Eats shoots and leaves.”

Transitions

Today is a big day, here at Casa Bear.

Just about everyone is starting something new:

My oldest is starting a summer day camp that has LOTS of activities.  His brother is starting with a brand new babysitter – plenty of activities but a very small group of kids so a good ratio of adult to child (he needs that, trust me), my wife is teaching two sections of summer school starting today, and I’m embarking on a new project which should limit my time on here during the day (but not in the evening, heh).

How about y’all?  Big plans for June?