It was only snow fer cryin’ out loud.

Recently the mermaids have said a couple of funny and even undecipherable malapropisms, actually Emma’s doesn’t even really qualify but we’ll get there.

Unfortunately I can’t really recall the context anymore but it was something like:

Ok, it’s time for the nightly pilgrimage! (to go to bed)

and 2 minutes later Abby said, more to herself than anyone:

Ok, time for the nightly pillow image!

Emma’s dismalapropism (you heard it here first) came back around Thanksgiving but it persists a little even now.

Emma? What is this?
Ehbow.
Right. What is this bone?
Neekap
Good. What are these ones (pointing to her ribs)?
[pause]My salabones.
Yer what?
[distinctly] My salad bones.
[looking around...many blank stares and puzzled faces in the room] Ohhh kay.

We have spent the past two days recovering from our holiday extravaganza on top of about 9 days of snow. I think the party is finally over.

Tomorrow I go back to work for the first time in over a week and since my spot is occupado with two worn out mermaids, two incessantly grinning barbies, one case of swimmers ear and a 103 degree fever my couch is beckoning softly.

We’ll see how well my body and mind react to a 6AM wake up call and a minimum six mile bike ride.