full of beans. and ants. fire ants.

So I said something today that I never thought I would say. *

It was this:

Dammit, we're out of falafel!

It just struck me as a very odd thing to say. I mean.... it's falafel. Delicious, crispy, oily falafel. Which kind of starts to sound like FAIL AWFUL, if you say it too many times. I actually wasted a piece on t.rex, who spit it out with a look that harbored suspicions of poison. And then he threw the rest on the floor. **

Children have no taste. Seriously.

Except for when they specifically request "those things on Princess Leia's head" as the day's hairdo. I was happy to oblige.



But she was disappointed.

"They're not big enough!" she hollered. "You did it wrong!"

When I explained that it would take her either 5 years or half a llama's worth of hair to have Leia buns, she decided that her little nubbins would suffice.

Oh, and we saw an emu today by the side of the road.

I love emus. They're just so versatile. Wacky *and* tasty.

Why the bit about the ants? Because I love Jefferson Twilight, and because the Biscuit spends approximately half her time at home shrieking about ants. It's spring in Georgia, honey. You're the only one who's surprised. Now quit dropping bits of granola bar around, please.

In conclusion:
I need falafel, I like emus, I hate ants, and my kid has little buns.

Also, I am very good at segues.




* Please comment to tell me what you thought it might be. Please?

** Yeah, I ate it. Jealous?