If people can create wigs for pets, I’m feeling pretty confident some of my ideas can make it to market.
Let me rephrase that. If people BUY wigs for pets, then I have a sneaky feeling they’ll be willing to buy something more useful.
But ya gotta admit, that blue wig looks HOT!
See it all here.
Kevin
If someone can make this and get paid for it, surely I can make some of my dreams come true, too. Yes?
Now I’m a real boy… or at least a real Texan…
And a tan one, at that… (or so it seems… hmmmmm)
Like that signature scrawl? That’s how creative people spell “Mills,” kids.
Kevin
This came in the mail the other day. It’s a photo of my in-laws, Dave and Sue Linton. What struck me as odd about this photo is the fact that Dave’s head is literally hovering over Sue’s shoulder. It’s almost like a magic trick, really. And to think all these years I thought it was just my imagination when I’d see him without his body! Now, NOW I have the photographic proof to show the world I’m NOT crazy!
Well, at least I have photographic proof of Dave’s Floating Head.
Earlier last week I was on the phone with Kim discussing what we should do for dinner. She wanted to cook, but I was in the mood for some chicken fried rice at the local Thai restaurant, Lemongrass. I’m not necessarily a fan of Thai food, what with the curry and the spices and the runny noses, but they DO make an excellent fried rice. And their peanut sauce? The closest thing I can get to what I had in Indonesia. (Ahhh… Mickey’s Restaurant… You will forever be in my heart and on the tip of my tongue…)
So Kim and I are debating what to get at the Thai restaurant, when Kyler walks up to me. He hands me his mini Etch-A-Sketch and says “I wrote a word, Daddy. What is it?”
I glance down, and this is what I saw:
That’s right. Kyler, Who’s barely 5 years old and scrawls his name in spasmatic chicken scratch (just like his Daddy…) wrote the word “TIE.” On an Etch-A-Sketch!!!
“That’s… the word ‘tie,’” I said in astonishment.
“Like the Thai restaurant!” he exclaims.
“Yes… Like the Thai restaurant…” I repeated, staring at him in amazement.
And I remain amazed to this day. How he did this I have no idea. What his brain is capable of is… Shocking. But before my heart gets too swollen over this Brainiac moment, I should also point out that just last night Kyler was discussing math problems with his friend, Wil.
“Two plus two is two!” he exclaims excitedly.
Uh-huh. Yeah. You just keep thinkin’ that, buddy boy. An’ you’ll be an English major yet…
Just like your Daddy. 
Kevin
Question: How did the bird lose his feathers?
Answer: By flying under my truck.
That’s right. A bird flew UNDER my truck as I was taking Kyler to school this morning. We’ve all seen ‘em – the hot shot birds that dart across traffic? They move at the speed of light, a simple blur chasing them in their wake?
Well, that’s exactly what I saw. A feathered blur shot in front of my 4Runner, and then – POOF! – a handful of feathers shot up in front of my left tire, caressing my hand through my open window.
Why, yes, I WAS disgusted! How did you know?
Then I had to figure out what to tell Kyler when he asked “Daddy, why did you scream like a little girl?” (Okay, those weren’t his EXACT words, but you KNOW he was thinkin’ it.) In the end I decided to tell him the truth.
With a riddle. And now? Now YOU’RE in on the joke, too.
Enjoy.
Kevin
I was searching for Foosball on Google and I ran across this monster. What you’re looking at, ladies and gentlemen, is a humongous, inflatable Foosball table. An’ you see those rings and ropes in the middle? That’s where you an’ I would stand, strapped in and ready to go.
This. Is. Awesome. And what a way to build teamwork, huh? I mean, either you run with your mates or BAM! They score!
Now, granted, I’m sure it might not be as fun in practice as it is in theory, but still. It’s a giant Foosball table! Yowza!!
