flowers, veggie dogs, and sniglets

[sistawendy]

I took the Wendling to the Skagit valley tulip festival. There was massive traffic and hence a long trip, but he enjoyed himself. Pretty flowers, pretty farm houses, mules, and sunshine (more or less). He had a meltdown during lunch, but there were extenuating circumstances. Oh by the way: we saw a disproportionate number of Indians there. Asian Indians. Go figure.

I was honored to hold the gallows at the effigy burning. loree is a goddess of parties and of something else that she's forbidden me to say.

On a completely unrelated note, it occurs to me that my nuclear family(TM) here uses many words that nobody else uses. Most of them were made up by me. For example, "to spug" means "to open the trunk of the car" (origin: onomotopeia). Have I made my son even more deleteriously freaky than he already is this way? I don't know yet, but deep down I don't care. He and I will always share shquonkles

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[corivax.livejournal.com]

I don't recall my family coining words, but we developed an elaborate vocabulary of gestures, and used to talk to eachother secretly in the presence of outsiders. Like vix, I suspect this sort of thing is pretty normal in families.

(I remember one time my father insisted we needed a gesture for the gravitational constant g. Ah, the joys of being raised by mad scientists. I still remember that one, but I don't know if I ever used it.)