The Wee One woke up this morning with an urgent service call and yummy legs after a fun and perhaps over-long day yesterday; I will post more on that later.

Actually only one leg was yum and so The Mommy stretched it out for her and massaged it a little bit so that it wasn’t yummy anymore.

I am glad The Mommy was already in the field to take this particular call as I would have required tier three support, for a definition of yummy, and the customers legs would have stayed yummy and tingly well beyond our service level agreement (SLA) for an operation of this nature.

Now that I have placed this episode in the knowledge base repository any tier-one technician should be able to appropriately resolve a service call like this.

Note: Successful resolution assumes adequate understanding of the localized dialect associated with the colloquialism* at oh five hundred in a fog of sleep without adequate lighting, corrected vision, or proper footwear**.

* There is a high level threat that the colloquialism is further obfuscated by the continued use of an oral obstruction device ( OOD) made of plastic or gum of arabic and sugar.

** Technician must be adequately trained to ignore sharp pain inflicted on the instep of a bare foot by heavy and/or hard foreign particles such as an OED (Oxford English Dictionary) or IBD (Improvised Barbie Doll). Legos and jacks are also known to work well for this application.

No I am not a supplier of military equipment. I simply felt like saying “thanks” using a colloquialism; not sure why really.
Anyway, over coffee this morning The Mommy and I listened to the mermaids in the bath giggling and we both knew, without question we were most thankful for our mermaids, healthy and happy. Even when, moments later, that giggle turned into a spat of some sort.

Other thoughts that flew through my head:
Rain – cool refreshing rain. I like that.
Pearberry candles or Pearberry lotion. Hmm, a perfect smell.
Toilet paper – so under appreciated in this time of hi-tech gadgetry it deserves honorable mention.

Memories – Backups and error logs and somebody else monitoring my blogs’ security (hopefully) so that all of these memories I have stored for posterity can persist a while and remind me of things I am, and was, thankful for in the past.

Happy thanksgiving.

Last night La Grande Mermaid was proudly reading her autobiographical student-of-the-week poster to me.

My favorite color is green.
I like to go swimming.
My favorite animal is a frog.
I go to school in a car.
PSHHH!
What?
[ muttering loud enough for The Mommy to hear ] …half mile.
What? [she repeated]
Nothing honey, it’s just that The Daddy thinks we’re funny for driving to school.
You only go a half mile. You could walk or bike or pogo stick to school it is so close.
[overdoing it a bit now I continued]
I ride my bike sixteen miles to work every day!
[without so much as another breath and without any malice Abby retorted]
That would be your poster, not mine.

Indeed it should.
And for that matter…it just did.