— Musings —01.22.2011 07:58 PM
The Emb Timbes
[It’s snowing as the youngest and the eldest and I step outside.]
Me: Wow! Look at all the snow!
Youngest: It’s the abobalybse, Daddy!
Me: It’s the what?
Youngest: The abobalybse!
Eldest: [Peals of laughter.]
Me: Buddy, it’s called the apocalypse.
Youngest: I can’t say abobalybse.
Eldest: [More laughter.]
Me: I think abobalybse is way better, anyway.
Are you making an abobaminable snowman? If you want extra snow, I can ship some up from New Brunswick.
Send a decent hockey team while you’re at it.
Sounds like you caught a bit of HNIC last night as well. I heard somewhere that Canadian NHL teams will never again be on top because we cannot attract top talent due to our high taxes compared to the US teams. And the Habs players pay the highest taxes of all. Next are the Leafs…Still, it would make sense to add a few more Canadian teams to the league and let go the palm tree subsidies.
“abobalybse”
Close enough for me 🙂
It’s obvious that you have a great connection with your kids.
I have five grandsons(and one granddaughter).One scored 4 goals today in his game and one other scored for his team in a shootout.
It just doesn’t get any better for me and grandma!!!!!!!
Family is where it’s at……..all the rest is just putting in time!!!!!
snow / energy consumption
http://landing.newsinc.com/sfgate/video.html?vid=23315434&cid=504&freewheel=45981&sitesection=sfgatestory_biz
One mans abobalybse is another mans apocalypse .
Hi all. This is the god’s truth, I swear.
Back in my younger and dumber days (’76) I was working casual call in a seafood restaurant in Pr. Rupert, BC. My friend, a prim and proper waiter at that restaurant, waited on a table a few down from me, as I had my dinner. This table consisted of a young family with 3 kids, the youngest being around 3 or 4.
My friend took the lady’s order first, then the gent’s, then the eldest kid’s, then the middle kid’s.
He came to the youngest child, the cutest little girl you’ve ever seen.
My friend, stick-straight, had one heck of a time regaining his composure when she looked up at him with those big blue eyes of hers and innocently asked,
“Do you have crabs?”
It didn’t help that I was laughing along with her parents….
…ah, out of the mouth of babes…