Wednesday, October 26, 2005
As Barnacle Boy (Crash Kid's sib) and I walked home from school this afternoon he popped out with "Hamsters die when they're overhandled, you know." "I know," I replied, wondering where exactly this conversation was going. As far as I knew, the hamster had been just fine when I left for the college in the morning. "Do you remember when I got sick as you and Dad were going out to dinner and you stayed home to take care of me?" I made an acknowledging noise. "I think it was because I had too many things to do that day and it made me sick, like it can with hamsters." Short pause. "Mom, I think you might be overhandled."
Posted by Michelle at 9:52 PM
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Coming back from a trip today, I tried an alternate route. I was following the instructions of my GPS down a back road and noticed quite a bit of traffic coming in the opposite direction. Turns out the road was a dead-end. We were all lemmings, following the technology down the road!
Posted by Michelle at 9:23 PM