10/31/10

Same old everyday stuff happening around here. Papa nearly burned down the house. On this hallowed eve we accumulated over 8 pounds of candy between the two of us (including the yucky stuff). Mommy and Papa had their 17th anniversary--which would make papa 6 years old when he got married--we think something smells rotten in Denmark, and we're not talking about the burning deck. Half of the clocks in the house thought it was the time-change day, and the other half didn't. It was kind of confusing, but alas for Teddy, it did NOT make it so that he missed Sunday School.

One unusual thing is that we got to watch a bunch of sports this week--we watched some world series games--the commercials are better during the Super Bowl if you're wondering--and we got to see the Raiders slaughter the Seahawks today. Papa was happy, and we were happy because we got some of those real sugar imported from Mexico Coca Colas. Mmmmm. And did we mention halloween candy? Yes? It's hard to remember due to our sugar highs. Which, by the way, we have learned, are a myth. 

We just finished reading the Lord Peter stories, and might be moving on to Poe, but then again, at some point we may just have to switch genres.... don't want to get in a rut, especially not one with all these Bad Influences....

I (Willie) finally finished my two literary analyses for the first quarter -- remind me to start earlier next time! -- and now have a lot more time to goof off. Yeah! 

And speaking of Yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to great-aunt Hamburg (or was that chopped liver) -- that's a code name, but you know who you are!


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So Papa's friend Fergie gave him this smoker barrel with instructions to burn the inside of the barrel before using it, so Papa did that, and burned up part of the deck while he was at it. What did you think was going to happen when you put a hot coal filled barrel on 10 year old cedar planks? He's not too bright, but at least he had a fire extinguisher nearby, and the hose to put out the hot spots.
Anyway, the smoker got moved to the driveway where it was successfully tested on small animals.
Mmmmm, yardbird. Don't worry, it wasn't anybody we knew.
STOP that right this instant. I'm finding this carnivore behavior unappetizing. Actually I was on traffic patrol duty this past week and mommy tracked me down, camera in hand.

 Uh oh, the Georges have gotten an idea from Papa--they've cornered the moose in the bathroom, and it looks like they mean business.

Oh great, now what are they going to do with dead plush moose?


















We'd better not see what happened to that moose. We'll be safe just sitting here reading the comics--nothing bad or violent ever happens in the comics.

Got any floss? That plush moose meat got stuck in my bicuspid.
Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil. Have no fun.
On second thought, I'd like to speak some evil about that guy having fun.
 Those Georges and the moose gave me a good idea for a halloween costume--the killer chef! And his faithful minion--Bad Omen!
 I take it back--it was a particularly good haul this year.
See these teeth? Well you won't see them next year. Hooray for too much candy!
Mine and mine--except anything with nuts or coconut. You can have those.
Any no tootsie rolls for me. And I second Teddy on the nuts things. Pee U.