Friday, December 19, 2008

Mrar! Roar! Rar!


This photo, found by Whitney, is how I feel on the third snow day this week. All the funny has been beaten out of me by small children pelting me with Lego. They claim that I'm their mother and should be paying attention to them instead of looking at... well, since my kids are reading over my shoulder I won't spell out what I suspect this might be. I might be wrong, anyway. It could just be... um...

I'll get back to you on that one.

10 comments:

Paul Riddell said...

They say that they're your children, but they're pelting you with Legos? They sound seriously defective: you might want to see if there's been a recall issued on them. When we talk about "children exploding with rage", sometimes it's literal.

leftyfro said...

A lifesize red man ready to bear down on you is the greatest motivator for strength training I've ever seen.

Anonymous said...

The unfortunate results of experimenting with a full-body condom ?

Suka said...

"Bring out the Gimp."

Rebecca said...

Art. It must be "art".

Anonymous said...

You say gimp. They say marital aid.

patri said...

It's Larry, Your Ugly Hugly Friend. He's Fan-plastic!

Anonymous said...

well heck, it's Long Beach. Enough said.

Brandy said...

Tha Gimp has escaped the "Backhouse". Not sure if I'm glad....

Just keep giving the imps eggnog, in ever stronger servings. Soon there will be Peace on Earth! (jk!)

Ryan said...

I love that you actually know how to pluralize "Lego." You rock!!!