Taking the Scenic Route

Good use for textbooks

Looked out the patio doors this morning to see a gigantic spider just sitting there.  Freaky looking thing, and he wasn’t moving.  He was too big to stomp on safely, so we resorted to chucking big college textbooks out the door at him until he was smushed.  Ewww, Ewww, Ewww!

Reason #53958673020 not to leave ANY dirty dishes on the counter

I was eating a sandwich at my desk and heard Zane in the kitchen, but didn’t think much of it.  (none of the sounds were alarming).  Pretty soon, he emerges, next to me, and sets down a huge cup of coffee.  He had the biggest, proudest grin on his face.  I asked him if he had made me a cup of coffee and he grinned even wider and said yes, and then stood there waiting for me to drink it.  As I raise it to my lips, I recognize that is is Zach’s cup, from a day or two ago.  Ruh-row.  Very, very cold coffee, with a hint of Dawn dishwashing soap.  Mmmmm.  “Thank you Zane, that was so nice of you to make me coffee”, followed by fake sips (and they say a theatre degree isn’t worth anything.  Humph!) and happy smiles. 

He did eventually get distracted by his next mission and I was able to run the fastest covert coffee switching manuever ever.  It still had the coffee rings, but was minus the old milk, coffee, and dishwashing detergent.  My mouth feels so clean.

Dr. Zane

We are fully in the bandaid-seeking phase with him.  He comes up to me asking to help open the bandaid.  I turn to him as I say “sure” and am stopped in my tracks as I look at him.  His legs, hands and forearms are covered in a shiny-ointment like glaze, and his legs have pink calamine lotion swirled in with the general shiny glaze.  I call out to Zach in a bit of alarm, and he helps carry him back to the bathroom so he doesn’t drip any more than neccessary.  Inspection of the counter concluded that it was mostly Jojoba oil, with a mix of the two calamine lotions.  He decorated the entire vanity with it in his attempt to put everything on.  We could see one little mosquito bite on his foot.  After the slime was off of him and the counter cleaned up, I put the bandaid on.  Of course Zora wanted her band aid then too. 

For some reason I am having a really hard time getting my laundry done too.

I start gathering a load of clothes, and turn around and see that Zora is throwing the clothes out of the basket almost as fast as I am throwing them in the basket.  She assess each piece of clothing, and either chucks it over her head, or she tries to put it on.