Friday, July 24, 2009

"Yeah?! Well, your feet smell like cheese... and death"

Overheard while packing the cooler and sunscreen for afternoon at the pool.

Said by B2, as part of a strange conversation among the children involving the sniffing of flip flops. Cue the hurt feelings, arguments and waterworks.

It's official. As of this afternoon, I'm ready for summer to end.

Until then, I'm adding a beer to the cooler, in place of my regular iced Dr. Horrible's Tea of Evil.

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