An Ode to The Octopus

(sung to the tune of "These Are a Few of My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music)

Thomas the Tank fun and making the dog hurt
Skittles and icing and Trix-flavored yogurt
Building with blocks
and not wearing socks
These are a few of my favorite things

Going outside when the snowfall is sticking
Baseballs and footballs and golfballs and kicking
Wrestling Sis
Tractors like this
These are a few of my favorite things

When it's nap time
though I can't rhyme
When my diaper stinks
I just think of a few of my favorite things
and then I don't smellllllllll, so baaaaaaaad

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Today's agenda
7:00 Wake up
7:45 Take kids to school
9:00 Take Black Bart to Jeff's Tire & Alignment to have the RR tire fixed and a front-end alignment
10:15 Go to county highway garage to complain about our road--easily, the worst gravel road of all time
10:30 Get hair cut by a talented woman barber who is accompanied by a bunch of giggling, cackling female-types
12:00 Chinese for lunch
1:00 Check in at the office and pick up my computer for the weekend
1:06 Go home--enough work for today already (it's been a busy week--truly)
7:00 Take the Natural to his first middle school dance (he'd rather be shot out of a cannon without a net, but as a student council member he has to go)

Whew, what a day! Hopefully bedtime will come soon thereafter. Drew has a big wrestling invitational at Rensselaer tomorrow. He's 3-1 now after winning by pin again last night at North White. He got beat by a kid from Rensselaer who must have been Harry Potter's little brother...looked just like him. I predict the Natural will smoke that kid tomorrow. He came in for the takedown but forgot to sink his hips, and the kid grabbed him somehow. He escaped once and reversed the hold, but he was too high and the little creep got the best of him. I love wrestling--the whole meet is like the last two minutes of a tie basketball game.

Anybody besides me ever notice that really potent farts not only smell bad, they taste bad too?