No One Vomited Today

I know you are all just dying to hear another vomit story; thankfully, I do not have one for you. Larry and I are still waiting for the other shoe (other 6 shoes, actually) to drop, however. Stay tuned.

Is it just me, or does each day go by faster and faster? The hours today have melted away faster than an ice cream cone in hell.

It's not as if we're one of those over scheduled suburban families, either. Larry and I, being both cheap and lazy, have made a concerted effort not to sign up the kids for a zillion activities. That way, we figure, they can enjoy an old-fashioned childhood, complete with plenty of time to whine that they're bored and to get on each others' nerves.

Believe me, it is almost impossible to have a laidback lifestyle in today's suburban jungle. The peer pressure to be busy, busy, busy is incredible. Everyone around here is so busy, in fact, that if I want my 5-year-old daughter to have a play date, I need to schedule it a month in advance. Not that that bothers me, or anything...

So, what's our reward for our determination to run our lives in super slo-mo? We still have way too much to get done over the weekends; plus, we have a teen girl who resents the fact that we have neither the time nor the money to sign her up for everything she would like to do. And to take her clothes shopping when no other activity is available. Apparently, she was meant to be born into a wealthier and more type-A family.

The younger kids seem okay with our lifestyle, however. They spent the past few mornings taking turns watching the bird feeder and using a water pistol to shoot at the grackles which land there (grackles happen to be the schoolyard bullies of the bird world). The kids' aim is getting pretty good, too. Who says boredom can't be educational?

And, just in case this target practice gets old, Larry splurged and bought another Looney Tunes DVD set. We were a bit puzzled by the warning label on the cover, though:

LOONEY TUNES GOLDEN COLLECTION VOLUME 3 Is Intended for the Adult Collector and May Not Be Suitable for Children

What's up with that? Had our parents watched these cartoons after we went to sleep? Did Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd have some sort of relationship we had never suspected? Naturally, Larry and I couldn't wait to check these out. Turns out they were just warning us about the insidious racial stereotypes present in this old-time entertainment. Like we didn't know that Bugs Bunny's imitation of a WWII-era Japanese soldier was not funny. Not one bit.

We only laughed to be polite. Really. And because we are incredibly immature.