We’re watching fireworks from a Fallsview hotel overlooking Niagara Falls and an impressive one shoots off across the night sky. Hazel – it looks like fairy dust! Me – it looks a ghost’s hand reaching out to grab you . . . Sam – it looks like throw up. Hmmm. …
So I’ve been listening to the soundtrack of the Mel Brooks musical Young Frankenstein a lot lately and giggling gleefully to the song Please don’t touch me which has some potty-mouthed lyrics when my daughter pipes up from the back seat: Daddy – what are tits? This of course, just …
We’re shopping for party items for Sam’s upcoming birthday and he comes across some Senators themed glasses in three sizes:
“These are for moms and dads” pointing to the mugs.
“These are for kids” pointing to the tumblers.
“These are for taste testing” . . . pointing to the shot glasses.
Oh my.
Ever wondered what would happen if poor Rapunzel was hard of hearing? It sure ain’t her hair that she starts tossing out the window . . .
