Monday, November 20, 2006

an RV adventure and the horrible truth about clowns

Today, we are being brave!
Today we are loading up the new RV and going for a long drive to Denver to spend Thanksgiving with Grampa Dick and Jean. It will take us approx. 20 hours of driving. We of course are not driving straight through. *THAT* would be maddness I tell you. We are taking the dog and the baby (duh, gotta take the baby).
I lost the cord from the camera to the computer so I do not have any pictures at the moment. I promise when I locate the cord, there will be oodles of pictures.
Also I am going to try some remote blogging from the cell phone, wish us luck!!!!

Clowns,

Damn Clowns....
I started taking Tabitha to Gymboree last Saturday. I hate it.
She
Loves it.
It is that effing clown.
Gymbo is his name, and being sickly sweet is his game.
He gives all the babies a kiss goodbye and a hug. Tabitha claps her hands and squeals with delight. I want to strangle it.
dead.
dead.
dead clown
Maybe I need to make a dead clown Haiku.
Is it
5
7
5?

ACK, now I need to go look up Haiku...All this going to Gymboree has atrophied my brain to the point that I cannot even remember how to DO a haiku. At least I remember how to spell hiaku.....oh
no
It has killed that brain cell too.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Okay, so you actually don't have to go to Gymboree just because Tabitha likes it. She will like lots of things, and most of them won't be as terrible for you. The rotten thing about babies is they have terrible taste in entertainment. The wonderful thing about babies is you can impose your will upon them and they can't do anything about it. Until she can run away from you and threaten to hate you forever, you can decide where you spend your joint afternoons.

Anonymous said...

Haiku is 5-7-5. I want to read your dead clown haiku! The Power of Parody was also often called upon to get the Spawn Donor and I through Spawn's babyhood. ITA with Becky re: taste in entertainment. It's never too soon to start imposing your tastes on your offspring. Mine could name all three members of Rush by the time she was 2. Heh heh.