WALLERMELON, and Dickidoo's death wish.

The tent comes down today.  My excuse... its been up for 2 weeks and we need to let the grass beneath breath.  The real reason... we need to let ME breath!  Watermelon... thats what they ate last night... bbq ribs, and watermelon.  And still they pooted, in stereo, from both sides of the tent!  I had to roll over onto my stomach and hide my nose in my pillow!  Farts happen, this I know, but that was ridiculous!  That can't be normal.

Wallermelon , thats what the littlest one calls it.  She had everyone saving the seeds so we could plant them.  I didn't have the heart to tell her that her Auntie's horticultural skills are limited to various species of refrigerator mold.  And in this case I almost hope my curse holds because otherwise my yard will be over run by hundreds of wallermelon plants, and after last night's experience with the potent after-effects, I think I could do without an endless supply of wallermelon!

Today I begin another domestic abnormality for myself.  Today I begin sewing, the sewing of the costumes for the fair to be precise.  This weekend we are going to the Renaissance Festival and I have to make outfits for all of the children.  The girls will be easy, I'll just adjust a few of my old skirts and dresses.  The guys... hehehehehe.... maybe I'll just get a bunch of green tights and they can go as Robin Hood, Men in Tights! 

Dickidoo has a death wish.  He just graduated from college, he has his fancy, schmancy degree, the world thinks he's smart, his diploma says he might be... and then what does he ask me at the store? 

"Can I borrow the Bunn-Omatic for this week's training session?"  I just stood there laughing at him in the coffee aisle (I love the smell of that aisle!)  I guess between my demented cackling and the look on my face he got the message and decided that perhaps he would just take the coffee pot from the breakroom.  What is wrong with that man?  Doesn't he understand that he can't just take someone's coffee pot like that withouthaving serious reprecussions?  He insisted that the pot in the breakroom was unused.  For his sake I hope thats true because otherwise he will have a riot on his hands when his co-workers discover that their caffeine supply has been cut off.  My supply line has been defended though, and thats what matters.  Keep your hands off my Bunn!