Bookmarked

I read just about every night before bed.  So does Marci.  So do the boys.  We never seem to have enough bookmarks even though they are issued constantly and, with a few hours training anyone can make one out of anything.

In fact, every year at school they are the go-to gift at Mother's Day, not Father's Day, mind you, no, nothing is made for dads at school.  You know.  These are cute, really, they pick flowers in the beginning of the school year and press them and then make and laminate the bookmarks around May.  The flowers are always a little tired and weary, but, it adds to the charm.

Anyway, when Nick heard us talking about bookmarks the other day he decided I needed a new one:

Yes, the fifties did call and asked for their checkered sweater-vest back... and, yes, I do look remarkably like a puppy.  And, I do say "huh?" a lot.

Nick made one for his Mom when he was about three, it is worn out and faded, but, Marci uses it all the time:

What prompted Nick to make me a new bookmark, you might be wondering?  Well, I use a couple of computers, a Toshiba laptop Nick once called the "Tooshba," which is what we always call it now, and this one in the basement.  I was complaining to Marci that I didn't like not having my regular bookmarks for the sites I go to on the one upstairs.  Nick did not understand the new use of the word and, trying to be helpful, decided to make me a new one.

It is full out summer here in the Midwest, hot, humid, sweaty and slow.  I have trouble this time of year writing longer, thoughtful pieces, so, bear with me as I just archive some memories and the like.


From Marci's "... things you don't expect to hear from the backseat ..."

"Boom! You just got downgraded!"

Boom...

Thanks for taking a look around here today, I am glad you did.


Oh, and here is the bookmark Nick uses... when he can find it:

READ like a Woreor (warrior)

Yep...