More Shenanigans

One of the seventh-grade pathfinders I work with broke his arm recently.  I asked him what happened the first time I saw his arm wrapped in bandages and a sling.  He glanced at me and looked down at his arm sheepishly.  Then, without a grin or any hesitation, he told me that he tried to arm wrestle Chuck Norris.  Clever Fletcher, very clever.  

Sabbath Shenanigans

Today was a great day for a picnic with the furry friend.

After the picnic, we ran into this constipated-looking Scally Wompus! 

Bad Dougie

Doug, my dog, is not allowed on the furniture.  Lately, however, he has realized that no one will punish him if he climbs on the couch after Chris and I leave for the day.  Unfortunately, he has not realized that   certain items lazily left on the couch are clear and convincing evidence of his secret behavior:

Bad Doug!  Go sit in time-out!

Surprise! It's a Meal!

I recently went to my first baby shower hosted at a Spanish church.  I'm accustomed to finger food and cake at a baby shower, so I was shocked when the hostess served everyone this:

Everyone else at the shower acted like a full meal was normal and expected at a baby shower, that is everyone except for myself and the only other blonde woman present.  For us, the meal was a delicious surprise.