Drumroll Please.

I’m on Twitter again. My @ is @everydaybonnie. I’m gonna put a button on this blog. (When I get around to it.) I’m gonna say stuff on my account. I know my readers have come to expect a lot from me. *stifled giggle* So I’ll be sure to deliver. This is my pic:

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Try not to confuse me with this person. (You’d be surprised how often that happens.)

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Still no Facebook account. I will only get another Facebook account if I ever become rich and famous enough to pay someone to run it for me and NEVER EVER read it to me. No scratch that. If I become that rich and famous I will make people sign up for a mailing list and they will receive daily updates via snail mail. That’s right, not even email. Snail. Mail. Delivered straight to your mailbox by handsome tuxedoed snails who only speak French or speak with Jamaican accents. I tried to find a pic of a handsome snail in a tux for this post but clearly the Internet is not ready for such awesomeness. Also, clearly I didn’t care enough to look for more than 2 seconds.

So just to recap: follow me on Twitter @everydaybonnie, soon I’ll be rich and famous, and when I’m rich and famous I’ll deliver mail dressed as an 8 foot snail in a tux.

Dinner Theater with the Cox Sisters

This is an accurate representation of our conversation at dinner tonight:

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Me: “Meghan says she’s going to marry a man who cooks because she hates knives and touching raw meat and chopping vegetables.”

Sam: “I’m gonna marry a man who loves comedy… Or a leprechaun.”

Everyone but Sammee: “A leprechaun, huh?”

Sam: “What?! Leprechauns are hot.”

Meghan: “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.”

Nick: “Who’s the best looking leprechaun you’ve ever seen?”

Sam: “I just think they’re pretty because they have a lot of money.”

Meghan: “Wow. Sam you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

And scene.

My bathtub is trying to kill me

Mom is reading Tidbits. She says to me, “This will make you feel good. Number of people who traveled by air worldwide in 2012, over 3 billion.”

Me, “How does that make me feel good?”

Mom, “No, keep listening. Number of passengers who died in crashes in 2012, 414.” (Still not seeing how this will make we feel good… But I keep listening.)

Mom, “Number of people killed or injured by bathtubs each year, about 182,000. So you’re more likely to die in your bathtub than a plane crash. Don’t you feel better?”

Me, “No. I hardly ever fly but I use the bathtub all the time. Now I’m scared.”

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Snappy Halloween

Meet the most snappily dressed family of made up superheroes that ever existed.

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From the left: My husband Nick as Captain Merchant; in front of him, my niece Autumn as Angel of Death; next to Nick, my daughter Meghan as Glamour Girl; in front of her, my daughter Sammee as Aquagirl, Sammee the Robot; and behind Sammee is me as Bonzai the Hippy Tree Warrior.

We had fun trick or treating. Wheeee! Candy!