Monday, August 25, 2008
How Trampolines Hurt America
Well, friends, tonight was supposed to be awesome but that has all gone to hell. My good friend Time Gilles was bringing his dog Ernest over for some one on one time with my Monkey Doodle, but he canceled for some lame reason.
I wish I had known about the canceling before I did the dishes, cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed. I kinda need to know this stuff, but I shouldn't have been surprised by his flakiness (speaking of flakiness, that is the exact opposite of how I would describe my dinner of crab enchiladas from Tres Hombres last Saturday!).
Now on to the title of this blog. My dear Monkey Doodle was having a great time at a mid-week BBQ in Emigration Canyon last week until a trampoline, or tramp, came in to the picture. DH thought it would be a great way to entertain the child, but you can see the before and after photos to your left. Does this look like a happy child who is unfettered by the falling economy and rising gas prices? I think not. We would have been much better off with some good ol' fashioned hopscotch.