BROTHERS-in-LAW ‘J’: This summer both sisters arrived to Washington State with their families, and not only that, one bro-in-law brought his parents and brother, and over the weekend Aunt Tracy & Sanjay arrived. That puts three generations, seven grandchildren, nine parents/aunts & uncles, and four grandparents all at the Powell house on Whidbey Island. Twenty people total. We spent a weekend there during the Coupeville Festival. Fun joy fun joy fun joy…
CRUCIFEROUS: I hate broccoli. Not just dislike. If broccoli had feelings, then I would ridicule that plant mercilessly. There are health attributes to the “vile weed” (as Newman called it in Seinfeld, see video here), but I say that even afficionados do not eat it for pleasure. If broccoli were harmful to the body, like bacon, no one would eat it. Thus, in the spirit, I wrote a poem, published this August, with uninhibited punctuation and all:
I read the essay on peeing in the pool. I hope you did pee, but if you didn’t, you should have said, fine, since it’s okay for your son to pee in the pool, it’s okay for me so I’m peeing now and you’re welcome to join me. And then I’d like to hear word for word her response. Also, describe her. I want a profile of this mom. Once again, thanks for the entertainment. Scott
Caleb, this has to be the best blog yet. I enjoyed every word. I read the poem, i read the “peeing in the pool” story and found them all entertaining. Your thoughts on peeing in the pool are exactly parallel to mine….so gross to think of people young and/or old thinking that it is alright to urinate where others are swimming. Don’t they realize that they too are swimming in their urine….ugh! What a wonderful summer you and your family have had visiting with all your relatives.
Haha Caleb! I have got your wife hooked on Sulfate-free Shampoo, too!!! Always love the broccoli jokes – they never get old!!!!
Caleb,
You posts are always so timely: Last night I had a huge, heaping, helping of Broccoli, and a buddy of mine just returned from Norway.
The synchronicity is frightening.