Belching the Alphabet and Getting Back at the Credit Card Companies
Yesterday was Thanksgiving, of course, so the family got together at Mom & Dad's. At one point or another, Lex's dad, Dave, told us that Lex could burp his alphabet. Neither parent would take the credit for teaching him how to do this. Finally, everyone point blank asked Lex where he learned it.
"Fwom the talking squirrel!" he said.
I figured it out based on a trailer I had seen a while back: the talking squirrel from Over the Hedge!
That's gwanpop's movie, so I guess it's my dad's (Lex's grandfather) fault. Heh.
On a totally unrelated note:
Every month I go through the mail. I get about six to ten applications for credit cards that I have to open and sort through. Well, in my own petty way, I have discovered a small way to get back at them for wasting my time. For every credit card app that sends me a return envelope with postage pre-paid, I seal up that envelope and mail it back. That way they have to pay the post office $0.42 for every letter of theirs that I have to open.
So there.
"Fwom the talking squirrel!" he said.
I figured it out based on a trailer I had seen a while back: the talking squirrel from Over the Hedge!
That's gwanpop's movie, so I guess it's my dad's (Lex's grandfather) fault. Heh.
On a totally unrelated note:
Every month I go through the mail. I get about six to ten applications for credit cards that I have to open and sort through. Well, in my own petty way, I have discovered a small way to get back at them for wasting my time. For every credit card app that sends me a return envelope with postage pre-paid, I seal up that envelope and mail it back. That way they have to pay the post office $0.42 for every letter of theirs that I have to open.
So there.