December 2010 — Chores

• "Honest, Mom, I was just minding my own business as I was walking past this open box, and all of a sudden all these packing peanuts jumped out and started attacking me. No, really!"
• "Just great! All I do is scatter a handful of styrofoam peanuts around the living room floor, and I've been been grounded to do a lot of chores, . . .

• " . . . first, my mom made me vacuum the whole house . . .

• ". . . and then she made me bring in and stack all the wood for the wood-burning stove . . .

• " . . . and finally — and this one I don't understand — she sent me out to the backyard to pick up all the leaves. Man, I'm praying for a big snowstorm soon to cover these all up."