Did some one make weekends longer without telling me? Did I not get a memo somewhere? Yesterday, we took the kids to the exploreum and saw Fly Me To The Moon. First off, you are going to want to volunteer to be a test subject for Ebola before you go see this movie. The inanity. The predictable jokes. The Buzz Aldrin at the end, reminding us that it is a physical impossibility to have flies on a space mission. IT'S A MOVIE, BUZZ. IT'S PRETEND. Besides, he came off pretty well. He was the one who said, "don't kill the flies, they' re American after all." AMERICAN? Really, are we issuing passports to house pests these days? My cockroaches flashed me their Guatemalan papers yesterday, so I had to deport them. What the jingoistic heck is that crap? If they had been Canadian flies, would we have given them a bath in RAID and sent them home in tiny maple leaf caskets?
So, since you won't be seeing that movie any time soon, let me tell you more disappointing news about the exploreum. They are no longer going to feature a travelling exhibit. In place of the travelling show, there is going to be a permanent exhibit on the human body. Great. More filthy exhibits for the kids to climb on while learning the importance of washing their hands. The great paradox of hygiene instruction for the young.
E was hit especially hard by the news of the permanent exhibit. He ordered that we terminate our annual pass, because there will be no point in returning. He cried, he wailed, and while doing so, crashed into a light post on the street.
Meanwhile, there is just enough rain from T.S. Fay to make it too wet to go out. Mind you, there was an awful lot of hype for a little bit of rain. Granted, Florida got hit hard, and that's actual real storm damage. But Mobile is getting light rain. LIGHT RAIN, PEOPLE. So, we are inside. Again. Still. I am wondering how it can only be twenty minutes until 10. The day is moving like molasses. The arguing. The fighting. The mess. The need for entertainment...
Tomorrow, M, E and S will be gone to school by 9 AM. It will be quiet in this house and I have no errands. I will enjoy the silence.
My clock is not moving. Really. It's not.
Is there a leap to warp speed or something?
As Homer put it in either The Iliad or The Simpsons, "Good things don't end in 'eum', they end in 'mania'... or 'teria'."
ReplyDeleteDon't feel bad, mine drove me so batty today that I packed them up and shipped them to "nana's" for the day so I could get some cleaning and packing done! Of course, after they were gone, the day flew by.
ReplyDeleteThat stinks! How many times can you look at those old bodies? Although the frog exhibit was pretty bad too! Come on Mobile!
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