Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Oops.

Mark was wrapping up a package of hiking socks for Zachary, and was chatting with me while doing it. Which was his first mistake, apparently. He handed me the tag he had written out, with a disgusted look on his face. The tag said "to Zach from socks". He was either not paying attention to what he was doing, or he didn't want Zach to get too excited about a package of socks. Warning him maybe, just some socks, no money, no video games, nothing to see here.

On the 23rd, Zach and Thor and I went to Costco to buy Mark an acoustic guitar for Christmas. Mark decided he wanted one, and Costco had a package with guitar, lessons DVD, gig bag, stand, strap for not big big bucks.

Let me jump back here for a second...this Christmas was not a successful one for surprising Mark. I bought several of his gifts when he was there, because we shopped together rather too much. Actually there was at least one thing -- snow shoe poles, adjustable fancy shmancy snow shoe poles (like ski poles, pretty much) -- that he bought and handed to me to give to him for Christmas.

So I was kinda jazzed at the idea that he wouldn't know he was getting a guitar until he opened it. Until we walked into the house when we got home from Costco, Zachary walked up to Mark and said "we have your guitar." Then he clamped his hands over his mouth and had the most shocked and appalled look on his face. I laughed so hard I collapsed against Mark. Zach was devastated. He had meant to say "we have your Christmas present, so you have to get lost so we can wrap it." But he shortcut that accidentally to "we have your guitar."

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Turns out that Mark had assumed that we were buying him a guitar at Costco. I should have told him we were going to Best Buy or Target or JoAnn Fabrics.

Poor Zachary has inherited a tendency to blurt, coupled with a manic mind that is racing ahead to the next eight things we have to do. My Mom almost killed my dog once, because of that tendency...

She tied poor Theo to the garage door and then went around the corner of the garage (I know I just told this story to somebody on another blog, sorry if I just told it here too...) and into the garage through the side door. Then she opened the garage door. Yup. The one my dog was tied to, the one she had just tied the dog to thirty seconds before opening it. She turned around to see poor Theo dangling from the door. Lucky for Theo he wasn't a big fat dog, so she could get him down pretty easily.

But it just goes to show, Zach has zero hope of avoiding future "we have your guitar" type incidents. Ze. Ro.

To change the subject completely...

Is it just me, or did my neighbors make a little snowman that looks rather too much like a penis?
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Yeah. I thought so. It is just me. But in my defense, Mark has been gone a lot lately...

11 comments:

  1. So that snowman looks like Mark's penis then..

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  2. You are a family of blurters, dog torturers, and penile observationists. Awesome, will you adopt me?

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  3. Ok, I can't stop laughing. Between Zach, your mother and the neighbor's snowman I'll probably smile all day.

    Are you sure we aren't kin? I mean I think I've done all those things well maybe not exactly hang the dog, but now that the idea is in my head it will probably happen.

    Here's to 2009 and all that it will bring.

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  4. It's okay Julie. It's only a flashback to Italy. I mean everywhere we looked...

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  5. I MAY be boob obsessed (I'm not admitting to anything, however) but I'M not the one who thinks the neighbor's snowman looks like a penis. I'm just sayin'.

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  6. Kim -- only if he is laying in a deep hole, if you know what I mean...

    Cat -- you know what I said. And yes, we should totally adopt you.

    Patsy -- I am here to amuse.

    Vickie -- I forgot!!! And how true. There were penises everywhere in Italy. Mostly marble, though. And we had Jack to point each and every one out to us...

    Lou -- It's a draw. So, do you think the snowman looks like a boob?

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  7. OK, it's not just you... it totally looks like a penis (but it's been a while for me, too... sigh).

    Speaking of blurting... my daughter and I went to get our copy of the last Harry Potter book. While I was browsing in another aisle, she (don't ask me why) jumped to the last page and proceeded to read OUT LOUD the one thing everyone and their brother had waited 10 years to find out. I just stood there, flabbergasted. She didn't realize at first what she'd done, then she had Zach's mouth-clamp reaction. Needless to say, I bought 2 copies of the book so I could read ahead and she couldn't spill anything else!!!

    Thanks for stopping by my blog!!! And Happy New Year!

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  8. Whoa. That is one phallic snowman!

    I'm still giggling at the guitar wrapping :)

    Wishing you a Happy New Year!

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  9. I loved your stories again Julie! What a hilarious fun family you are!!
    I wish you all the best for 2009, good health, and lots and lots of little hilarious fun stuff for you to blog about. And for us to read!

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  10. Ha ha, funny, all the way through, so funny. Happy New Year, thanks mucho for the laughter!

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