the domestic zoo

“You hear that rattling noise. That’s not good.”

“Sounds like the motor is just resting in there against the bolts.”

“It’s rusting?”

“Did he say the motor was rusting?”

“No, I think he said the bolts were rusting.”

“Of course they’re not rusting. But we’ll just let him think whatever he wants to think because it’s his birthday.”

“I said resting, not rusting!”

“What’s resting?”

“The bolts?”

“No the bolts are rusting. He said the motor is resting.”

“Against the bolts?”

“Right, the bolts that are rusting.”

“So the motor is resting on rusting bolts.”

“That’s not what I said!”

“He’s crazy. The bolts aren’t rusting…”

“What time are you leaving today?”

“9:30″

“Okay. I wish you were staying home with us again.”

“Me too, kidlet.”

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Mom and Dad’s gift to Stephen this year was to help him pay for the amp of his dreams. Don’t you love how no-nonsense birthdays become once you start to grow up? Then there were technical mishaps with both of the gifts that Hannah and I were supposed to give to Stephen for his birthday. So we called it a “Hanukkah birthday” because the presents will be spread out over the week and just gave him our cards last night instead.

Hannah selected a card that had Barbie on the front, complete with rainbows and sparkles and flowery text: Because You’re Special

The inside read: Wishing you a happy, magical, dream-filled birthday. Happy b-day, Princess. Love ya!

Mine was, of course, a bit mushier.

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We watched Shrek 3 last night, having heard that it wasn’t that great, and overall it was a lot better than I expected it to be. I (heart) Puss in Boots.

Remember when you were actually shorter than me?

Lova ya, bro.

aka, flaking on school

I figure that Stephen’s birthday (my littlemanbro is 17!) is a good enough reason to stay in my pj’s all day and maybe, just maybe, have time to organize my life. And watch movies.

Behold, my geekery: