(Un)Thrilling News From Silverdale!!!

8/11/2012

Hey Aunt B!

As you know, we went to the King Tut Exhibit yesterday. Glad we went but Xander ended up getting rather bored about half way through the thing. You can only look at so many old statues before antsiness sets in. But for me, highlight was seeing the Ancient Egyptian Unguent Jars. No, really. I excitedly dragged the boy and wife over to see. (To their great unexcitement.)

You see, just in the past week, I learned there is a difference between "unguent" and "ungulate". (I know, talk about embarrassing!)

In a fit of elation, I also took some unguent photos with my cell phone. Then realized what a dumb-assed thing that was to do with that piece of crud phone.

Xander's Heartfelt Writing on his wonderful day was and I quote:

I went to Seatll.

I went to the King tut egsipit.

It was okay.

It was vare long.

Wouldn't you say the boy takes after the Berry side in writing?

In the more important news category, Xander's 9th birthday went very well. The Darth Vader Piñata was a big hit. (So to speak) Young JL nearly whacked dad A in the bread basket so that was good fun. And Xander was able to salvage most of his head after the beat-down once it had been emptied. (Vader's-Not A's) Truly a terrifying sight.

Wendi's decided to go down to 2 days a week as Mondays have started being extremely light this past six months and she only gets  paid when the clients show up. With  the long commute,  the toll, lunch and Martha  and Mary  before  and  after  school, if she  doesn't have  at least 4 clients  show up, she loses money on the day. Which has  happened quite a bit  So  we'll  be in  slightly less money  but  my Mondays will be  a lot  less harried  So I'm glad about that Plus, she's started Weight Watchers  so Monday's  will no  longer  be  the Hardy Boys'  Bacon Ice Cream Night. Good  thing? Bad thing? Time will tell.

Apparently, the moles have been laying low this past June and July only so they could launch an all out attack this past few weeks. I know I should be above all this but pretty much first thing every morning I want to put on Big Spikey Boots and jump up and down on small furry animals.

The Devil probably would've won that bet had Job faced two or three new mole hills every morning.

Okay, now I really do have to wrap it up. The Family is tag-teaming me with glares and sharp comments. Time to go

Das Va-Dawn-Ya!