Fear and Loathing in the Backyard. Or in the Freezer...Actually, I'm not exactly sure WHERE I left it...

Yeah, so after our nice little family trip to hell, followed by a trip to Michigan, a stomach bug took out The-Guy and me. It sounds almost benign, doesn't it...stomach bug? Cute almost. Yeah, tell that to the toilet who has put in a bid for early retirement.

But that's okay because school is out! Vacation! Well, for me it is. Someone forgot to tell the business world about summer time and the living being easy...Let's see, fish are jumping, the cotton is high...but The-Guy still has to go to work. Something's wrong here.

I read this a few days ago:

Four states adopt 'no-smiles' policy for liscenses. "Neutral facial expressions" are required at departments of motor vehicles (DMVs) in Arkansas, Indiana, Nevada and Virginia. That means you can't smile, or smile very much. Other states may follow.

Who are these smiling people that make these kinds of rules necessary anyway?!? I can tell you that after waiting in line for FOUR HOURS with two miserable children at my side, there's not a trace of a smile on my license.

My gal and I both thought this was a little on the morbid side:'Cause why wait until you're dead to get to heaven? If you're just about there anyway, you might as well go to an "adult day center" while you wait.

My boy is getting the hang of living in a home with five people:Who would eat a random chunk of brown God-knows-what that's been kicking around the freezer for who the heck knows how long? The answer to this question is not important. What matters is that if you don't want your brown gob eaten and you live with five people, it had better be labeled for cryin' out loud.

Meanwhile Older Gal has given the escape prone Sugar the cat this sage advice: "You don't want to go outside! Outside is disease and danger wrapped in sunshine and noises!"

And so we begin our summer vacation - sunshine and disease for the humans, none for the cat thanks.