Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Did we get everything on the list?

Hmmmm... let's see...

Raisins? Check.
Peanut butter? Check.
Honey? Check.
Enchilada sauce? Check.
Olives? Check.
Bananas? Sorry, George. You know Miss C. isn't a big fan of bananas.

Maybe next time, buddy.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Someone must have spiked my coffee.

Either that, or I'm in the middle of a really strange dream.

I was flying my plane, minding my own business when... BAM!... I was knocked out cold. When I came to, I was lying here in this giant sink.

This is just waaaay to weird to be real.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Saturday, November 20, 2010

She said she had her pilot's license.

I think she was lying. We didn't even make it to cruising altitude before she crashed me. 

Next time, I'm demanding a certified copy of the license and at least two forms of identification.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Monday, November 15, 2010

Ding... dong.

Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

I sure hope she checked for freezer burn.

I've been in the play kitchen freezer ever since Miss C.'s mama was a little girl.

I thought meat was only good for a few months in the freezer... not 28 years. I guess we'll find out soon enough.


Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Almost there.

It won't be long before Master W. and I are walking.

And then... look out world!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Friday, November 5, 2010

I miss the old days.

Miss C. and I used to cruise the store in the top of the cart. We'd check out the fruit, help her mama put stuff in the cart and snack on a cookie from the bakery. Now I'm stuck down here at the bottom of the basket.


Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The National Enquirer is going to love this.

I can see the headline now: "School bus crushed by giant vacuum cleaner!"

Sure they'll interview me for the article, but who's going to believe a lowly bus driver? And yeah, there's a photo to back me up but these days everyone's a skeptic. They'll probably think it's a fake, like those UFO photos you see in the grocery store tabloids.

Not that I would know anything about that. I don't read the tabloids.

Really, I don't.