I am glad that is over

Okay I am back. The next funeral I go to had better be mine!

I could never understand all the toothless jokes about West (by God) Virginia until last week. I think the hotel staff had 3 teeth combined.

I made it back to Illinois Saturday to discover the squirrels had destroyed the birdfeeder. Thing 2 likes to help me fill it. She thinks it makes her "helpfull". So we went out back and tried to gather up the spilled bird seed and refill the feeder. While we were doing that, our conversation went like this.

Me - I don't know what we are going to do about the squirrels, this is supposed to be a squirrel proof bird feeder.

Thing 1 - Do you think the birds got any feed?

Me - They probably ate some off the ground.

Thing 1 - Then why don't we let them share.

Me - Look at the mess they made.

Thing 2 - I know how we can keep the squirrels away!

Me - How?

Thing 2 - EAT THEM!!! (With all the emphasis and glee of a 5 year old)

Me - That might work. Do you think Mommy would let us?

Thing 1 - I hope not, that's gross.


I don't know what to do about Thing 1. He is 8 now, so I guess it's time to give him his first shot gun. I am trying to decide if he should get the .410 that his Great Grandfather used to shoot or the 20 gauge that my father gave me when I was 8. Once he starts shooting, hopefully he will come around. He already likes fishing.