Nothing new around here, but pulling from the archives, I came up with John's first sentence:
|Translation: The cat kan jump to the other cat.|
And this early one is even better:
But my favorite pic involving text comes from an epic drive we took in 2012. It felt like we were twenty-seven hours into a thirty hour trip. In fact, we were ten hours into a twelve hour drive, but we had driven all day the previous day and I had a constipated three-year-old and I was driving solo. So, epic!
My husband's name is Dave Lyle. Every time we pass Charlotte, North Carolina, we notice Dave Lyle Boulevard. Well, last year I was flying down I-77 South and spotted a flash of green on the side of the road. Setting aside common sense, exhaustion, and constipation, I took the next exit, drove five or six miles north, and hopped back on I-77 South in search of the flash of green. And there it was -- a little banged up -- but my very own Dave Lyle Boulevard sign. How cool is that?
My boys were scandalized -- shocked, shocked, shocked -- absolutely certain their mother would wind up facing hard time in the state pen for nicking the sign. I'm happy to report no legal troubles to date.
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