Nothing About this is Normal

There is so much about my world that is not normal.

Last week I used the grill. I haven’t had the opportunity to use the grill since last summer.

I don’t remember it being held together with tape.

I don’t think it was like this when we bought it (about 10 years ago).

What do the propane exchange people think about this?

I’m not sure anything about our grill is normal, but I certainly know what Jack will be getting for Father’s Day this year!

While I was trying to hold the grill together and NOT burn the hamburgers, I couldn’t help but be annoyed by the abnormal number of maple seeds we have all over our driveway and the space between our garages.

We’ve cleaned them up once already. How can one maple tree produce this many seeds?

#2 & #3 tried to nurse two birds back to health in a box in our garage. I assured them that this was NOT normal. They bought nightcrawlers to feed them. They took them out of their box for exercise time. They even turned on a heater to keep them from shaking. When the birds did finally kick the bucket my abnormal children took it upon themselves to bury them in our front yard (not our backyard, mind you, our front yard!).

Right next to our mailbox.

Do you know what happens when you don’t bury a bird deep enough in the soil in your front yard?

This is what happens. And, this, my friends, is NOT normal.

Should we take bets on how long it takes before the mailman refuses to deliver our mail?

And last but not least…

There is NOTHING normal about the way our dog (Phat Lucy) relaxes in our front yard.

Oh, what the neighbors must think!