Sorry it's been such a long hiatus. We've been here doing our regular stuff, and doing an extra good job of hiding from the camera. We had mid-winter break this past week which was okay--we didn't do much--watched a bunch of movies and went to the store for potato chips. Papa reminded us that money can be exchanged for goods and services, and we think potato chips are the greatest good of all. You can try to argue with us, but you'll lose. For behold, the terrible crunch of the potato chip defeats all.
We've been steadily expanding Stupidopolis (Trademark, patent pending) and the game is getting more and more complicated. Some day we'll have to actually write down all the directions and get rich off the proceeds.
Happy leap year. Don't forget to set your calendars one day ahead.
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Right after Nana's visit the snow started falling and it didn't stop for a couple of days. What this meant for us was that we had a 2 hour school week. Before we get too happy about it though, we face the prospect of an extension onto the end of the school year to make up for the missed days. Foul! Snow days should not need to be made up! [
Ed. note: Seattle Public Schools owes us for the missed child care they should have provided.]
At most, we got about 9 inches, and it basically stayed around due to the cold temps. And that, ladies and germs, was our winter.
The snow flurried a little, that's how it managed to cover the BBQ which is under cover from the balcony above. It didn't stop papa from BBQing anyway. Hooray!
Leading up to Valentime's day a little birdie whispered into our ear that it would good politics to send out strategic valentimes, so construct and send we did. If we missed you, tough beans. As papa likes to annoyingly sing, "just be thankful, for what you've got..."
Ah gluestick--no horses died in the making of this valentime.
As was said above, a quest was embarked upon in search of the wild potato chip. We stalked our prey in the land of Safeway. Spying it, we cornered it, purchased it, bagged it and ate the contents of its sleek body. Yummy.
New high score on papa's airplane landing game! Now maybe I'll be qualified to become and air traffic controller after they go out on strike again and get fired. I'm pretty good at getting planes out of the air, I average only one crash for every 57 landings, but that includes jets, private planes and helicopters (which account for most of the collisions). I figure nobody really cares about the helicopter crashes so FAA, here I come!
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