It's a good thing I-84 runs through the ugliest smelly-est part of Idaho. So many cows and so much of their smell. It keeps people away from the pretty and sweet smelling parts.
Ike: Why did the cow wear a bell?
Me: I don't know, why?
Ike: Because his horn didn't work!
We are in Grand Junction CO. We are here for the Festival of Creative Pianists (Noah). I think we are getting sick of each other.
Roland: You are acting petulant.
Noah: I am not!
Roland: Do you know what petulant means?
Noah: No, but I'm not being it!
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I'm flattered, Robin. Really.
I've been thinking about eating junk food slowly on road trips ever since you wrote that post.
Junk food. Yummmm.
A child who is at a creative piano concert surely can be forgiven for his petulance. That would be me prouder than a kid who excelled at lame sports (that would be ANY sport to me). And you must be a fantastic mom for supporting him in the endeavor, as well as dealing with the petulant pestilence.
Are we there yet?
How presumptuous! It wasn't petulance on your part, but a perfectly perspicuous & pellucid perception on your part pertaining to the pertinent prevailing predicament, i.e. the position between you and those precious, precocious, pubescent passengers, aka progeny.
Linda wins Quote of the Week. :)
Ha! You all are funny.
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