quelques petits mots

My oldest is in the children's community play this summer. She plays a dalmatian puppy who, along with her 14 siblings, is captured by a mad woman intent on killing them for their fur.

My daughter recently added a line to her previous two line repertoire. When we asked her what the new line was she repeated it for us with a look that said "I don't really know what this means."

It took a second for Ben and I to figure it out.

"They're going to do a sin!" was what my daughter said. In actuality the line reads: "They're going to do us in!" She hadn't been given a script, the director had simply told her the line.

You may conclude, as I have, that both lines mean essentially the same thing.

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When we went to see Harry Potter last week a couple sitting in front of me brought in a small buffet complete with sandwiches. Sandwiches with a lot of onions on them. I found the smell extremely annoying. It's a good thing I am not pregnant. I fear I might have done them harm.

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I have a stack of books waiting to be read. And then, though my budget is slim and my nightstand is full, I went to a book sale a bought many many more.

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I have a chocolate truffle bar sitting across the room from me. Should I eat it now or later?

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I hope Lance Armstrong rocks the time trial tomorrow in the Tour de France. There are certainly things I do not admire about the guy, but it's fun to watch him on a bike. Ben and I spent an hour last night watching some old Tours on YouTube. Really amazing.

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I working on a post in my head about Greek poets and social media. If I ever get it done, it will be profound, I'm sure. Well, mildly entertaining anyway.

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And now that this blog post has simply degenerated into a series of Twitter-esque asides, I shall bid you all farewell for the evening.