Actually, not such a mystery at all, seeing as how there's only one of us likely to place a bag of candy that has been emptied of its last piece (and by "last piece" read "all the rest of the pieces, of which there was definitely a plurality") back into its holding location. Also, that one is not me. Me being the one without toffee. I'm so glad we've cleared this up.
Small victory today at the car wash. All the slots were full when we pulled in, so I pulled off to the side to wait. Two guys each pulled in after me and cut ahead. One of them even decided that the guy in the slot where he pulled up was taking too long and moved to another slot. The other guy ended up waiting behind someone who was ignoring the "no buckets or hand washing while other customers are waiting" signs. But my patience was rewarded! I saw a guy rinsing off a minivan in one of the slots where the line jumpers didn't go. When he pulled his floor mats from the clips on the wall and threw them into the back of the minivan, I pulled in behind him and we ended up getting the car washed before either of the line jumpers.
Documentarians can't go wrong with kids and animals. We just watched The Story of the Weeping Camel. Bactrian camels are the coolest, all shaggy and blaséhen the kids ride around on them. Also portrayed are kids who live in the Gobi Desert. At one point they play store. Much of the merchandise in the play store consists of sand.
279 words | January 7, 2006 10:00 PM | Real true story