One year, Charlie

July 11th was the one year anniversary of when F, M, and I drove out of state to get this dog.

He fits in rather nicely still.

Maybe we'll keep him.

Hypothermia

We have some trouble regulating the temperature in our basement. My Mother has been complaining that it gets too cold down there. I told her to "suck it up and drive on."--which is a term I learned in basic training that can be applied to any situation that you don't want to, or can't, currently deal with to change or fix.

Such as, "Yeah, it's cold in here but suck it up and drive on."
or
"Yes, my weight is rapidly ballooning and I'm eating a huge piece of cake (or 2) but I'm gonna just suck it up and drive right on."
or
"There IS an ant infestation in here but the terminator costs big bucks so we're all just gonna suck it up and drive on."

(Obviously these scenarios are totally fictional. Ahem.)

In response to my laissez-faire attitude, my Mother taught the children to yell, "Hypothermia!" each time I walk downstairs toward them in the basement. I'm not troubled by it. They don't know what it means anyhow.

I am a bit troubled by their desire to get out their coats and play "winter" the other day though. Who knew they even knew where their coats were?
And who knew they knew how to zip them up to the chin AND put their hoods on?

Perhaps it IS time to take a look at the thermostat.

Naw, they should just suck it up and drive on.

Mr. Cool

This is Mr. Cool.

Too bad I ruined Mr. Cool's image this morning when I forced he and his also cool sister to listen to Les Miserables on the way to school/ summer camp.

A little Broadway never hurt a boy, but he was not thrilled. He described it as, "very sad princess music."