lost wages

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.


Oh, and we've found a clock!!!!

Another good day

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We rearranged some of the walls for mother. We think she likes it.

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And if all the puzzel pieces had been right, it would have looked like this before dark on Wednesday.

injury #4

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No that is not the middle childs, or the youngest childs, hairy leg.

The favorite father has the honor of sporting the new November scrape.

Have a safe and happy Thanksgiving, and to the Turkeys, good luck.

a good day at the happy place,

Something exciting arived by Semi this morning (And yes, for those wondering, it did get stuck)

No, it wasn't roses, but its almost a piano!

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Unfortunatlty, mother is not happy with where the walls are.

something serious

Okay, we'll make it quick. Never mind.

one good thing,

Procratinators quit tomorrow,

Tomorrow

We'll put up a post about procrastinators tomorrow.

Until then we remain,

The Newsy Staff,

50 newsy points to the first commentor!
and 5 points for all others.

oh, okay.

It all started around 6am, or rather 5am depending on the state. The state we're in(not mental) happens to be the 6am...this little bit of information doesn't really matter for the rest of the post but we thought we'd share a bit of really useless information.

Anyway, around 6am(that would be our time) a very horrible little alarm clock went off. The youngest child got up, kicked the middle child, and then went into the bathroom. She came out 29 minutes later after lossing the battle with the faucet. The middle child then crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom. Neither the middle child nor the youngest child turned on the computer. When the middle child came out, the youngest child was unmaking the bed and tossing everything into a little closet. See, it was cleaning day, it only happens once a week here in the hole. After unmaking the bed, the silly sister's made their rather discusting sandwhiches.

They left their hole around 7:04. Thats four minutes later than usual and makes the difference between trafic and heavy trafic.(are you sure you want to hear about our longest most boringest day ever?) Okay.

They arrived at their day home for two weeks around 7:25 after driving 9 miles. Once they were parked in a nice close spot they reclined their chairs and watched a movie.

At 8:30 they turned off the movie, crawled out of lil'ol blue 2 and sulked into their booth,(which the favorite father had furnished with two chairs). They set themselves up in their chairs picked up their books and prepared for a long day.

The rest of the day is rather blurry, too blurry for an hour by hour account.

Sometime after 2pm, some of the rodeo crew showed began to mingle with the common folk, or perhaps they werent from the rodeo, but there was definatly more people in the isles, instead of one stragler every 100 yards there were two. In short, other than making fun of the hats weighing themselves on the scale across the isle, there was no other sport to be had.

hey,

anyone want to hear about the longest most boringest day ever?

while driving through Wisconsin

the middle child and the youngest child had the unfortunate experience of being separated from the favorite parents in lil'ol blue 2. There was one detestible vehicle that insisted on driving between the lil'ol blue 2's and lil'ol blue 3's fendors. The middle child resented the vehical and finally the youngest child yelled out at the offending vehicle in frustration,
"Oh! Go drive off an exit ramp!"
And it did.

ah, ha!

we have arrived here safely.










though here is not where we intended to be, it is where we have ended up.