Goin' campin'

Another "campout" movie night. My children are sleep slapping each other. 500 sq ft of floor space, and they have to fight over... actually, I have no idea what they're fighting over. They're asleep. Little weirdies. Happy Thanksgiving, allabodies!

Es no problemo

Sitting down to a heaping plate of scones, the boys start arguing about where they want to sit.

G:"I want to sit ova dare, 'cuth datth where da one I bit ith."

R:"Well, I want to sit THERE, because the one I want is right THERE."

G:"Well, I not movin'."

R:"Me NEITHER."

Boogie, who has been observing this whole exchange, sighs, reaches out, and turns the plate. Problem solved.

I make and sell soap...

Bacon gives me zits. WTF, bacon?! Good thing I make my own acne soap. ^-^

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From bacon fat.

I kid!

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Or dooooo IIIIIII....?