A few years ago, the boys bought a metal detector with their own money. The plan was to use it to find all kinds of money and jewelry that other people lost, and become rich in the process. A flawless plan in their eyes, almost as good as Joe's idea to print money off the computer's printer, and get rich that way. Always thinking, those boys. Today, all their scheming has come to fruition. Pinched between Joe's dirty little fingers is a genuine nickel. Yes, you read that right, they are now five cents richer than when they woke up this morning. Paul just about tore the front door off its hinges running in to tell me what they found. We'll just nevermind the big hole in my front yard, and the big pile of dirt on the sidewalk. Right in front of the house, the house we are trying to sell, with the yard already full of brown grass and dog poop. I'm sure we can find some way to sell all these new hole as a feature- maybe we'll call them petite inground pools, or convince people to pay extra for the mining rights to the property.
And this is how we spent our Easter weekend. Yup, emptying more barf bowls. Two more children woke us up Friday night with the unmistakable sound of vomiting all over their beds. The sound of a kid puking in the middle of the night could probably wake me right up out of the grave.
A few years ago, the boys bought a metal detector with their own money. The plan was to use it to find all kinds of money and jewelry that other people lost, and become rich in the process. A flawless plan in their eyes, almost as good as Joe's idea to print money off the computer's printer, and get rich that way. Always thinking, those boys. Today, all their scheming has come to fruition. Pinched between Joe's dirty little fingers is a genuine nickel. Yes, you read that right, they are now five cents richer than when they woke up this morning. Paul just about tore the front door off its hinges running in to tell me what they found. We'll just nevermind the big hole in my front yard, and the big pile of dirt on the sidewalk. Right in front of the house, the house we are trying to sell, with the yard already full of brown grass and dog poop. I'm sure we can find some way to sell all these new hole as a feature- maybe we'll call them petite inground pools, or convince people to pay extra for the mining rights to the property.
And this is how we spent our Easter weekend. Yup, emptying more barf bowls. Two more children woke us up Friday night with the unmistakable sound of vomiting all over their beds. The sound of a kid puking in the middle of the night could probably wake me right up out of the grave.
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