The Lunch Bag Note

“Ah, did you get a note from your mom?” Eriq asked.

Tyson was caught off guard.  He and Eriq had been eating lunch together for years, but this was apparently the first time the customary lunch had been noticed.

“Yeah, my mom has been leaving me notes in my lunch box since kindergarten,” Tyson explained.

“That’s actually pretty cute,” Eriq admitted.

“It used to be.  The notes were once ‘I love you! Have a great day!’ kinda stuff.” Tyson said, beginning to read over today’s note.

“What are they now?”

“Well, at some point she started posting them to Insta and her followers started sharing the…the ones that are really, really weird for the most part,” Tyson said.

“Your mom’s Insta famous?” Eriq was confounded.

“In a way.  Here’s today’s note; ‘the arachnid king of Neptune only eats the weak.’ Followed by a picture of a spider wearing a crown eating a butterfly.”

“That’s gibberish.”

“It has 6,000 likes.” Tyson said through a sigh.

Second Blog?

I’m addicted. So second blog it is!

Come on over to Lunch Hour Characters for bad art, silly captions and watch my slow decent into madness as characters come to life in the odd moments of downtime.

https://lunchhourcharacters.wordpress.com/

We’ll see how this single topic blog thing works out.  Experimentation is good.  With that mentality I think it becomes a science blog…

…no.

You could give my Facebook page a ‘like’ and technically be subscribed to both this site and Lunch Hour Characters all at once.  That’s efficiency.

Have a great weekend!

To the Fine Patrons and Owners of Lucky’s Freeway Diner

fountain-pen-1851096_640To the fine patrons and owners of Lucky’s Freeway Diner, creators of unique spins on diner classics like the “Mama’s Chicken Fried Steak” and “Stack-o-Cakes”, I am sorry.

From the moment I entered the establishment and loudly declared the smell of kitchen to be “totally fudgin’ amazeballs” I set a bad example of what a good patron sounds like.  To make matters worse, wearing my torn jeans and blood stained shirt left my visual aesthetic to be desired.

Let me tell you of the moments leading to my appearance in the entryway of the cozy little diner, as I feel some explanation will help explain my behavior.

You see, I’m not usually one for dramatic entrances.  But the hours leading up to my terrible behavior might help my pending court case. Continue reading

I Wound Up Recreating Toys of My Youth Despite Best Intentions

Mighty Max and Micro Machines were the big toys of my early years.  They were awesome.  One or two plastic figurines (aka; dolls) to bounce around a small scene and play out fun stories with was all that was needed to keep an afternoon busy or a car ride short.  My brother and I had scores of these little sets. Looking back, I do wonder if we had so many options simply to keep us quiet for a little while as dinner was prepared or the drive to some far off place was underway.  I totally understand that need as it is exactly why I made the above item. Continue reading

Fourth Quarter Earnings Report

“Team!” Shouted the silhouetted figure walking a precisely lit stage.  A staff of over 4,000 employees of The Company and Co, LLC screamed with excitement and joy in response.

The stage lights changed and the company’s CEO stood center stage wearing a well made suit and a tie featuring bananas.  He raised his arms in a V and shouted once more, “team!”

Matching the tie, the crowd went bananas. Continue reading

Six Word Tales -The Parenting Edition

Six Word Stories with a theme! Tonight’s tales have lot to offer.  You’ll laugh, cry, ponder and…read.  Enjoy the text that is ahead.  Thanks for stopping by and reading.  Six word sentence intro is tough.

 

Yesterday’s beloved food? No longer liked.

Parent: Kleenex to trashcan intermediary unit.

Every week the same tiny laundry.

The silence was horrifying, but welcome.

Childhood’s end arrived with cries anew.

Fun new game; find new allergies!

“Mom? Dad?” Movie finished before Mommy.

New belief: nursery rhymes deserve censorship.

“Let them fight” is sound advice.

Silence. Crash. Scamper. “Come quick!”

Taught a human how to pee.

Sugar crash is a welcome thing.

Think you’ve had enough coffee? Wrong.

Awake before the sun. Thanks, son.

Baby pictures to remember the ease.

Let’s watch the movie 5000 times!

Should we teach them maniacal laughter?

“No candy for breakfast” on repeat.

“That’s not how mom makes it.”

Dare: watch ’em play video games.

Everything is sticky all the time.

 

Thanks for reading!

The Wobbly Folding Gaming Table

My oldest is finally, finally at an age where board games are a real option for play.  This Christmas “Santa” gave him the wonderfully addictive and simple game Battle Sheep.  When the box was opened, the game was played for a solid two hours straight.  With each round taking just a few minutes, we played a whole bunch of Battle Sheep that day.

And the next day.

And the day after that.

Part of the game relies on tile placement and by golly do tiles shift around a lot when a five year old is bumping the table and excitedly flailing his elbows about.  The solution…

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