Yesterday when we were at the swimming pool, Troy asked Annalie if she was having a good time. Annalie cheerfully replied, “It’s funner than a papercut!”

Silly Brenda. She thought all I really wanted was for her to watch my cats while we were on vacation. Little did she know I purposely left dozens of unpacked boxes lying around the house to drive her crazy, so she would feel compelled to unpack. Bwahahahah!

*Honestly, I had no evil plan. Brenda is just nuts. She’s unpacking the rest of our house (with our permission) while we’re in Texas. It’s not my idea of fun, but she claims she is loving every minute.

And now she has our undying gratitude and and endless supply of crocheted projects and homemade birthday cakes for as long as she wants them. She also has an open invitation to come help us unpack anytime we move!

P.S. Thanks to Sarah for the inspiration.
P.P.S. Are you wondering what the heck “pwned” means?

I know I wrote a post, like, five minutes ago about how I never manage to keep up with uploading photos and posting when I’m on vacation, and here I am writing another one. I was downloading yet MORE photos from my cameras—the fancy-schmancy Nikon D40 and a Sony Cybershot that I keep in my purse—and I came across some that made me remember a funny snippet from the day. I wanted to share it before it gets lost in my brain while I’m sleeping tonight.

We went swimming this afternoon and the pool was empty except for us and two ladies water-walking for exercise. When it was nearly time for us to go, I got out of the pool and had a quick rinse in the outdoor shower, dried off, and took some photos. So when Troy and Annalie got out of the pool there was no one else waiting to use the shower.

Troy went first so he could adjust the water to the right temperature. Also, we know from previous experience that Annalie likes to take her time as the outdoor shower is a novelty to her. But the 60 seconds Annalie had to wait for Troy to finish was apparently excruciatingly long. She pleaded for Troy to let her go first, exclaimed that she was freezing, and jerked her thumb behind her as she said, “Look at the long line of people waiting, Daddy! C’mon!”

I laughed at that one. “Annalie, YOU are the line. There’s no one else waiting.”

“Well, all those people,” she waved airily at the two ladies in the pool and a couple lounging in deck chairs, none of whom looked like they planned to shower anytime soon. “They might come over here any second! Hurry up, Dad!”