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there is a place for everything, and everything is out of place

Typical view of my living room couch:

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I am see-ree-uh-slee considering teaching my toddler how to fold laundry, for reals.

In other news, we are getting all of Canada’s geese as they make their way south, and they have taken over the local playground by the school. I won’t get started about the poop. But there is some. Poop, I mean. Lots. There was no end to my cackling the other day as I watched a grandma attempt to shoo the geese out of the playground gate and back down to the pond. Go, Gramma, go! A valiant effort that I probably shouldn’t have snort-laughed at, but you get your chuckles where you can, amirightladies? It was one of the many moments in life I cursed not having a smart phone so I could better capture the moment I knew I would blog about later.

Much like I almost always turn my amusing life moments into blog posts, I also live my life as a Monty Python sketch. See someone walking funny? They must work at the Ministry of Silly Walks. Feel like having an argument with someone for no reason? Go pay for an Argument Clinic. See a bunch of geese flying overhead? Discuss the potential migration of coconuts

Somebody found my blog the other day by Googling “reason to hate Timothy Geithner.” Not sure how I feel about that, but hey, I suppose I’ll take what I can get. If you’ve forgotten why my blog came up (and I know I sure struggled to remember), here’s the post under review, and its follow-up. I hope you found what you were searching for, angry-one-time-reader.

Did ya’ll have a nice weekend? We are having glorious weather, prompting me to reconsider my bid to head south. Have I forgotten the blitzkrieg to come? Mayhaps. For now, I’m relishing in the most perfect autumn ever created. Thanks, New England.

Hasta lasagna,
~J

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