Are explanations really necessary at this point? ‘Cause I’m fresh out.
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I Feel So Much Better Now
The rumor is that physicist Leon Lederman, who wrote a book about the Higgs Boson and other complicated stuff, had originally called the wee beastie a ‘goddamn particle,’ presumably out of frustration, but his publisher made him change it.
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Random Owl Moment
(sorry about the ad)
Show of hands: Who wants to pet that owl?
Another show of hands: Who wants to be that owl?
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Phone Call from Six Flags
Sunny: Hi, Mommy!
Me: Hi, lovey! What did you do today?
Sunny: We went shopping! I got a pink lifesaver.
Me: Your grandma let you buy candy?*
Sunny: No! It’s plastic and goes whoosh-whoosh!
Janie (in the background): Light saber!
Sunny: I mean, light saber. And a tee shirt with big letters on it!
Me: Really? What does your tee shirt say?
Sunny: I’m not sure—I can’t read yet, you know.
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Another Random Owl(s) Moment
The eyes have it. A lot of it.
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Hey, guess who’s being featured on Parent du Jour?
Here’s your chance to comment on my parenting philosophy and dubious skills in a more public arena.
(thanks to Wayne Pollard for recommending me!)
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Random The Owl Moment
“You’re doing owls today? Wait a second—I’ve got something.”
I present to you the third issue of Daredevil, courtesy of Watson, who paid $140 for a 12¢ comic that the dealer priced at $175.
Could I have asked for a cooler SIL? I think not.
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Just in case that Higgs Boson thing is still bugging you
And since you can’t have a Part One without a Part Two:
And now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go celebrate the ability to not move by practicing that very thing.
Thanks, Higgs Boson!
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* Please for to notice the difference between grandmothers and mothers: when I was a kid, Mom would have been more likely to offer me rat poison than artificially colored/refinely sugared/nutritionally bereft anything. The only candies I was given were honey-sesame seed chews from the health food store—I liked them, but that’s beside the point. Come to think of it, my grandmothers did fill in my educational gaps with bulls-eye caramels and fine quality chocolates—which kind of proves my point . . . Maybe? I’ve lost track . . . do they sell bulls-eye caramels anymore?
Earful of Cider 