Bacon Tray

Gavin and I were driving home last night when we spotted this vanity plate. I love bacon as much as the next person, but a whole TRAY? That's a bit much, even for me.

Burgers and Benders

Gavin and I ate at Five Guys Burgers and Fries after we saw Transformers 2 (yikes). The burger was very good. I ate at a Five Guys once in Virginia, but I don't remember much about it. It was January at the time and I was VERY cold. That part I do remember. I would recommend the burger, but the fries were soggy. There was a kid eating at another table, and he had one of those t-shirts with the numbers on the back, like a sports team. He was number 25, but above the number was the word BENDER. Is that his name? Or is he just advertising that he is, in fact, a "bender." I pointed him out to Gavin, but he didn't get it. I had to tell him what a bender was. He said I'd been watching too much BBC. Doesn't everyone know it means gay? It's not just a British thing, is it?

Maisie spent the evening with Granny Annie whilst we were at the movies. I think they had a good time. Maisie loves the backyard sandbox. I would get one for our house, but we don't have a backyard. I might put sand in her room instead of carpet.

Colonel Redenbacher, at your service!

Maisie and I went to the neighborhood pool today. She LOVES swimming and splashing and kicking in the little wading pool area. There is a big, like, umbrella-shaped fountain in the middle that kids seem to universally hate. Nobody likes it. Who wants to get splashed with water falling off an umbrella? There is something in the collective unconscious which tells us to avoid it. I say this with all the certainty a degree in anthropology can bestow. Which is quite a lot.

The first time we tried out the wading pool earlier this summer, she accidentally sat down suddenly and kind of tipped over so that her head went under water. This was kind of a spectacular feat because the wading pool is only 1 1/2 feet deep. I pulled her up, and she was coughing and sputtering for a minute, and she cried a little bit. Sad, right? Well, then I sat her down on the edge of the pool, and I noticed something pretty big in her right nostril. Mysterious! So I pinched her nose and out popped...wait for it... a POPCORN KERNEL!

What is the what? How did it get in there? It must have been there for a while because it was split open like it was going to sprout. When was the last time we even had popcorn? I can't remember. Are there more where that came from? Does she have a head full of popcorn? These are only some of the myriad of questions that keep me up late at night.

Here is a short poem about that day:

Water in the nose,
Oh, how it burns!
Kernel splits and grows,
Everybody learns.

Also, tell me if this is fair: Maisie and I wore the same sunscreen, stayed out in the sun for the same amount of time, and share half of the same genes. She came home with a golden tan, while I got some new freckles. Verdict is... not fair.

There are a lot of VERY tan people at the pool. They have leathery lizard skin. There are also a lot of people in bikinis who should NEVER be in bikinis. They have more surface area than a small scrap of spandex can reasonably be expected to hold. The categories often overlap.

Another thought about the pool: how much pee is in there? Probably a lot. I started thinking about this after Maisie June tasted the water and pronounced it, "yummy!" She went around with her tongue out, licking the surface of the water. That's my girl!