Gabe has wanted me to take him to the "fire truck museum" so K & I picked him and Bella up from school, took them to Mickey D's for a nutrient-free lunch, and then split up, men to the Moose See-Um and the ladies off to Schwoopieville for their beauty rest.
Let me just say that no reasonable person would put within easy reach a dog-house size bell with a rope hanging from its not insubstantial clanger, and then expect a simple "Please don't ring the bell" sign to have any effect whatsoever on a husky, athletic and enthusiastic five-year-old. Damn! that bell took a licking and kept on resounding long after the place looked like somebody had kicked over an anthill.
It's a really cool almost 50,000 square foot exhibit of fire fighting apparatus going back to the oily 1700's. I'm going back as soon as I won't be recognized.
Posts
1 comment:
RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my GOD I can picture it!!!!! They pry have apic of the two of you up by the register, old man. You'll have to whip out that Halloween hat with the long, wispy blonde hair attached to it to get back in!
Post a Comment