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A smaterring from the kids over the past week….

“We’ve got to go to the store to get some more Motrin for Zander”  Me to the kids on our way home from school. 

“Welcome to my world, Zander!”  Zia, the culprit responsible for using all of the Motrin the previous week.

“Guys, don’t sit so close to the fire.”  Me to Zander and Zella who were seated with their backs against the fireplace grate.

“Is that why it’s burning?”  Zander on realizing maybe dad is on to something.

“Zoë, you’re wrong.”  Me to Zoë during a recent argument over the proper order for lighting the candles on our Advent wreath.

“How can I be wrong if I’m right?!”  Her response to me.

Took the kids to the drive through Christmas Light display at a nearby state park.  It was billed as The Fantasy of Lights and while there were plenty of oohs and ahhs from the kids, this little boathouse at the marina is the one that made me pause.  This was my lame attempt at trying to capture it.

You suck, Santa!!  Seriously, what is wrong with you?

My wife hit me last night.  Hard.  Sucker punched really, for I was sound asleep.  She used a book.  Check that.  She used a Bible.  She said it was a spider and it was coming towards her.  I asked her if it was coming towards her then how is was that she happened to hit me?  She just smiled and rolled back over.  I’ve got a bruise on my leg in the shape of a cross and I’m walking with a slight limp this morning.  I suppose I should be thankful that the “spider” wasn’t crawling near my head–or worse.

That was around 2:30 am.  About an hour later a seal woke me up.  I curly headed seal, crying and feverish.  Said she didn’t feel well.  Maura took her downstairs for some medicine and returned a few minutes later to inform me that she feels better now, oh and she threw up all over the kitchen floor.

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I could see them in the distance as I rounded the curve.  Easily.  Two at least, maybe three of them and they were no less than half a mile away.  Their intentions were unmistakable and though clearly not the least concerned with me, I felt uneasy.  They stood there by the side of the road glowing—literally.

Hunter’s orange.  Dear Lord that shit is bright!  Had there been any more of them I would have thought I had come upon a prison break.  At the very least a work detail.  Except that I don’t live that close to a prison and these dudes were carrying.

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