A Saturday of Random Thoughts

I have a bit of advice for you.  Do not, under any circumstance, ever, roll your arm up in the car window.  Really folks, this is serious stuff.  I know what you’re saying right now.  “What intelligent person would do such a thing?”  I am a relatively intelligent person.  I hope that shows through in by blog posts, but as I have started rereading them lately, I fear that, at the worst, I might actually be coming across as a bit of a lunatic.  Best case, I’d like to think that at least I come across as the person in charge of the asylum, but probably not. 

Anyway, I was throwing bits of stick out of my car window (don’t ask) and I started the electronic mechanism before my arm was completely back inside.  As the window started to crush my arm, I panicked and instead of turning the thing in reverse, I kept rolling it up.  I finally had the foresight to stop altogether and finally released my arm.  It left a mark.  My Honey couldn’t resist laughing at me.  He sat there in the driver’s seat silently shaking with laughter.  I can’t be mad.  I’m sure I would have done the very same thing.  I even missed a phone call from Isabella while I was being eaten alive by my Dodge.  It appears as though I won’t lose the limb, but I still have a blue line across my forearm.  This would never have happened with the old fashion crank windows.

The Bandit cut his own hair again.  Deep sigh.  He is on scissors restriction.  I have confiscated and hidden all the scissors in the house.  At least I’ll know where they are for a change.  This brings to mind a story about my brother and his boy.  Several years ago, my nephew was playing with plastic swords in the house and in  rather energetic dragon slaying move, he poked a hole in the back of the leather couch.  My brother was understandably furious and he put my nephew on couch restriction.  He was not allowed to sit on any of the furniture for a week or more, I don’t remember how long exactly.  Anyway, Christmas rolled up and my mother asked my nephew what he wanted.  “I’d like a couch of my very own so I could sit down,” he told her. 

When did women start wearing  hoop earrings big enough to jump poodles through?  Seriously, I saw a girl today with hoops in her ears that had to have  a diameter of 8 inches.  She could barely even turn her head.  It’s not only odd, but stupid.  When I’m Emperor I won’t allow that.  And everyone will have to pull up their pants because I’m entirely sick of seeing everyone’s underwear. 

My Honey just whistled out the door for Roscoe.  The whistle he uses to call for him is the theme from The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.  He says you can decide which one he is.  I assure you it changes constantly.

My bother and sister-in-law got 2 eight week old rotweiller puppies.  My kids are over-the-moon in love with them.  All day long they pestered us to go over there so they could play with them.  The dogs are absolutely precious, of course.  I am only allowed to touch and pet them for small amounts of time, otherwise I’ll try to smuggle them out of the house.  The kids like to climb in the giant puppy crate and snuggle with the pups.  They asked if we could get one, too.  I’m sure they meant “puppy”, but I’m hoping they meant “cage”.  If so, the answer is totally YES.

So anyway, these are my thoughts.  We’ll let this post stand in for evidence when they hold my trial to have me committed.  I’m sure I’ll be fine.