Monday, May 19, 2008

wiener wiener wiener wiener wiener wiener

wiener.
wiener.
what a fun word to say.
wiener.




I just want one so bad.


We took the kids to the play Pinnocchio(sp?) last weekend at a highschool. It was the first play they've been to. Everett made it through half of it. During the intermission, I noticed this sign on the gym door. seriously? NO HATS? Why? What on earth for? I can understand food, drinks and ~for sure~ gum. But hats? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? And when will I stop wondering?