This week’s photographs are brought to you by FAVORITE QUOTE and the letter L.
So many quotes, so little time, but here are a few:
“Were you born in a barn?!?” [close the door!!]
Okay, so the story behind this picture: Two years ago, EB had decided to go walking on Halloween night without telling us. We thought he was upstairs in his room, reading. He thought it was a good idea to take a small flashlight and walk from our dark, unlit neighborhood down to and along the old highway (now the “business route” — the new highway is a bypass). This nice sheriff’s deputy brought him home.
I suppose that when a police officer brings your kid home, he’s going to stay and have a chat with the parents, not just drop the kid off in the driveway. Makes sense, right?
And if the front door is unlocked, why would the kid ring the doorbell? It’s his own house. So EB just walked in the front door with the deputy and took the lawman on a tour of the entire main floor, looking for us.
The house was a MESS with costumes and bags of loot flung about the living room. The two youngest kids were eating a delayed supper (it was 8:40pm on a school night) at a messy table; bags of non-perishable groceries were scattered about the kitchen counters and on the floor (I’d gone to the store the day before and been too busy and too tired to unpack them). SuperDad & I were in the living room — drinking glasses of milk. (Yes, it really was milk…for which I am grateful!)
That was the order in which the deputy viewed our house… from the darkened outside entrance and into the light of a very messy abode. I still feel shame when I think of the state of the house that night. (Note I did not say I felt shame that a sheriff’s deputy brought my kid home… that feeling happened when I looked up from my empty glass!)
I was MORTIFIED at the sight of a sheriff’s deputy standing in my messy kitchen. And remember, the parents who had sat drinking [milk] in the living room had NO IDEA that the boy was not upstairs in his room. It was SuperDad’s idea to take the picture; he thought we should document our kid’s first run-in with the law.
Oh, wait, that’s not the first time…. a Military Policeman once brought our 7yo home (same kid) because he was playing in the desert rather far from our house… and somewhat closer to the road leading on/off Post. (We could see where he was playing from our driveway, so I wasn’t worried. Hence, I don’t REALLY count that time…)
Large jack-o-Lantern Lit by an eLectric Light
Yes, it is a humongous pumpkin riding on a parade float. No, I do not remember its weight. Yes, it was a Lot of pounds!
The Weekly Words Challenge has become a schitzophrenic operation of sorts… Jay manages the blogworld side of things while Tink is hosting over on facebook … and then there’s always flickr.
So many choices, so many views, and so many creative minds!