Friday, June 15, 2007

I stink.

This morning, as I contemplated my personal hygiene, I was alarmed to recall a vast series of running jokes--with different groups of people-- which imply that my habits are less than exemplary. There was the one about the "guy from China" calling to say he was sick of smelling me. And the one about me showering every third Saturday, whether I need to or not. And the one about not washing my hair cause I'm saving up to grease pans. It's easy to laugh about being foul and disgusting when you're (pretty) sure it's not true.

But we hit a new low this morning. I'm not naming names, but someone became a little too friendly with a neighborhood skunk, and now we're all so saturated in stink that we can't tell how stinky we are. It's sweet of you to pretend you haven't noticed.

Looking on the bright side, I'm claiming 20 million SRC points for the four cans of tomato sauce we won't have to pack up and move next week. And the guy from China hasn't called yet either, so I guess that's a good sign too.

Thursday, June 14, 2007


Over the last few days Sam has developed an interest in coins. He's been collecting loose change from around the house and keeping it all in a small bank he got from his grandparents last Christmas. He takes his stash out several times a day and has me help him count it. And so I thought it was his love for counting that piqued his interest in currency. But yesterday, I overheard him talking about his "money for the helicopter," and realized we may have a problem.

So, in case you're wondering, we do accept paypal.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Financial Realities

The scene: Sam and Boss are finishing breakfast, and talking about what to do with the day.

Sam: Wanna go on a big airplane today?
Boss: That sounds fun, but we don't have enough money to go on an airplane today.
Sam (with enthusiasm): We can go on a helicopter!
Boss: We can't do that either. Helicopters cost a lot of money.
Sam (matter-of-factly): We have enough money to go on the bus.
Boss: Maybe so.