Hamming

Some fun quotes from the last few days.

"G, you haven't lived until you've peed in a parking lot!"

"I don't think I can have faith in a God who made monkey asses so red."

"Ham me!"*

*B has very large hands. I have often said that when he rubs sunblock onto my shoulders and back it's like being slapped repeatedly on the back with a couple of wet ham steaks. Every year, during vacation, getting ready for the beach, I hand B a bottle of sunblock turn around and tell him to "Ham me!"

Brian says it's still not funny after all these years but I disagree.

Hello Again

We are on vacation again. Back in NJ for the final trip of the summer. 

My broken foot, though very stiff, is healing well. A week from this coming Monday it will be back to work for me after being out for over 2 months. 

I really need to see about winning the lottery or becoming the sole beneficiary of some wealthy old dowager. 

I like not working.

The kids are enjoying their last week of unlimited screen time. The weather is beautiful, the grass is green and the air is fresh. 

They are holed up in my mother in law's office, which is also serving as their bedroom for the week, staring intently at their screens. 

We dragged them to the beach earlier so they feel perfectly justified in burning their brains out on their devices.

To keep them on their toes, aka. to completely annoy the shit out of them, I walk into their room every 10 minutes and say "I just wanted to tell you both good luck, we're all counting on you."

http://youtu.be/SmHeP9Sve48

They are forbidden to swear aloud while at Grandmom's

Let's see how far I can push it.