So last night we carved our pumkins. I guess you could say that Reese was a little more involved this year than last year. She likes to be thisclose to you at all times. She will stand with her back to you and then much like a dump truck minus the periodic beeping slowly back up until she feels that she is touching you and then just plunk her butt down on you. Could be your face, leg, arm, foot, whatever, she's not particularly fussy.
So that being said, it made carving the pumpkins a little tougher. But this year we did two little guys and man is that easier. Half the gunk in both of them than in one big guy. I likey. When Reese wasn't sitting on us, she was grabbing for the sharp objects or grabbing at the pumpkin cutaways and ramming them in her mouth.
"OK honey, time to take your picture with the pumpkins"
Found in a scribbler in a chapter pertaining to government. We figured that the assignment was to write a letter on a subject you felt strongly about to the government.
June 10/ 85
Dear Mr. Murta,
I, Scott Klassen, have a problem which concerns me very much. Seat belts are the large problem. They are not as useful as you and Roland Penner think. As an example this man is riding down the road, when he turns a corner, a large black Ferrari pulls out of a driveway and cannot turn fast enough to get out of his way. In attempt to swerve he turns the wrong way and down a hill he rolled in his car. When he got to the bottom of the hill he was ready to get out but his seatbelt stuck and the car blew up. There are many other ways in which this happens.