Happy Canada Day to all my Canadians out there, hope you enjoy your day off. (What is Canada Day, I'm not exactly sure, but it's on the calendar and on CBC Radio 2, so I believe it.)
Secondly, a quick kid-ism. After watching an Art Van commercial about king and queen mattress being on sale, kid says, "So Mom, there's a king bed and a queen bed, right? What do I have, a pawn bed?" Hilarious. Yes, we do play chess around here.
Thirdly, got to upset some neighbors today, hooray, hooray. I love to burn papers and branches in my fire pit. It's in my genes. My dad builds fire piles that are about six feet high (although he does live out in the middle of the country and I'm smack dab in hood rat city) and stands back watching them with expressions of joy and satisfaction on his face. I do the same thing, just on an infinitely smaller scale.
My dad is pretty much a cross between Ron Swanson on Parks and Rec (minus the constant trying to get out of working), Rambo, Crocodile Dundee and Bear Grylls. Just so you can get the picture in your mind if you don't know him personally.
So there I am today, burning up arborvitae tree "branches" along with some papers (because hello, that is so much fun) and this baby is really not the best fire I've made. In fact, it was more akin to something like if I were left on a deserted island and I was making smoke signals to Australia to get some attention. Well, peep, attention is what I got!
After about 10 minutes of my giganto smoke signal, er, fire in the fire pit, some lady from down the block comes marching down to my house (this is especially great because she is in her PAJAMAS and it is 12:30 p.m.) and starts yelling to the backyard, "What are you burning!?"
Oh. Sorry. Never mind that you live ten houses away. I suppose it may have been a little smoky. (Add in the child screaming, "Mom, she's right! I can see the smoke all the way down the block! Wow! It's huge, Mom! You're smoking EVERYTHING up!")
Okay, okay, I get it.
Send text to dad, "I'm taking after you today. Neighbors yelling at me for fire."
Dad responds, "Tell them to mind their own business or you'll burn their house down. Well, not really."
It's how we roll. Mess with the best, go down like the rest. Hardcore, baby, hardcore.
Peace, love and maybe next time just compost it,