I must say I am at a loss for a topic to blog about so I think I will throw out a few random thoughts.
Things that make me say, hmmmmmmm.
Should I be concerned if I don't recognize the food items that I clean out of my fridge? A few of them looked and smelled pretty good. I just don't remember offering them to my family.
Mallorie likes to eat dinner with socks on her hands. Should I intervene or just be happy that she is eating?
Is it considered unethical to adjust my scale so it will not weigh me at a higher number then I feel comfortable with?
Is Mallorie seeking attention or is she preparing for a career as a dart thrower when she throws a pencil at the back of my head while I am doing dishes?
Do I need a new hairstyle if Mallorie tosses a pencil at the back of my head and the pencil sticks?
Okay so my brain just collapsed. I am having a hard time remembering the kid's names let alone recall the head scratching moments of the last few days. Here are a few that have been sent to me recently.
Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things and drink whatever comes out"?
Who was the first person to think that the white thing that came out of a chickens butt looked edible?
If Jimmy cracks corn and nobody cares, why is there a song about him?
If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in the boat?
If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?
If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that Acme stuff, why didn't he just buy dinner?