You know my daily trip to town is NOT just to satisfy my addiction to 44 oz Diet Coke, right? Val is not that selfish. She's selfless, really. She does it for THE PEOPLE! The blog-reading people. Folks who stop by to see what way The Universe conspired against Val today. What weirdo magnets attached themselves to her like all metal objects to the water tower in the fictional town of Lillian, Ohio at the end of the movie Super 8.
Val does not like to disappoint.
Thar she blows! The MAILBOX BOOT! Tell me you have one of THESE. I think not.
There it was, big as life, as if posed specifically for Val's cell-phone-camera-without-a-lens. Uh huh. As if some Weirdo Jr. had sensed my upcoming trip, at 10:45 for the 11:00 pickup time, to mail Genius his weekly envelope filled with a typed letter with no spelling corrections, a five-dollar bill and a one-dollar bill for Chinese food, and two scratch-off lottery tickets full of hope.
Yep. Some little kid is hopping around on one foot. Either avoiding getting his tootsies wet by holding up his socked foot, or hopping consciously on that socked foot to get it as wet as possible while holding up his booted foot. Weirdo Jr.s will do that, you know.
No, T-Hoe's mirror is NOT up against the mailbox mouth. That's a little lesson in perspective.
BUT...don't forget to admire the way Val got all artsy-fartsy and included a shot of the dead-mouse-smelling post office in her side mirror! Okay. So that was just a happy accident that I saw later when I looked at the picture. Rumors of Val's artsy-fartsiness have been greatly exaggerated.
Toddler Genius once lost a shoe on the zoo train at the St. Louis Zoo. As we climbed off, five or six people hollered, "SHOE! SHOE! Your boy lost a SHOE!" And one of them ran to us and handed it over the fence.
What kind of world are we living in? A world where nobody bothers to tell a parent that their kid lost a WHOLE BOOT!
I've got to get my proposed handbasket factory back on the fast track.