Happy Halloween

If I Had a Nickel...

...for every time somebody asked me if Liam’s dad has red hair, I would be rich enough to buy at least two packs of Skittles. Is it really that uncommon for a brown-haired girl and a blond-haired boy to have a red-haired baby? I used to take the time to explain, “No, he’s blond, but three of Liam’s four great-grandmas have red hair, and I’ve heard that it’s pretty common for red hair to skip generations.” That got old pretty fast, though, and it turns out that no one really cares about the genetics involved in Liam’s hair color.

I decided to take matters into my own hands. Do you think people will stop asking questions now?

Real Ultimate Power

Would you believe me if I told you that Halloween is Ben’s least favorite holiday? It's true. Seriously, what’s not to love about playing dress-up and getting free candy?

This year I thought it would be fun to make Halloween 1% fun for Ben, so I did what any good wife would do and made him a ninja costume.

While researching ninjas on the Internet, I came across all kinds of useful information, including this gem. It's so great to finally know how to make a ninja mask out of a t-shirt.

Ripping Me Off 5 Cents at a Time

Why do I always buy the cheapest kind of onion and always get charged for the more expensive kind? And if it bugs me so much, why don’t I bring it up when the check-out lady types in the produce number? Probably because the difference between one onion at $ .44/lb and one onion at $ .77/lb is like 5 cents and not worth the time it takes to listen to my sad story, insert a key, void the old price, and enter the new price.

Yesterday I tried to work the system. I picked out a $ .77/lb onion and thought, “Ha HA! Maybe today they’ll charge me for the $ .44/lb kind, since they obviously can’t tell the difference.”

I watched hopefully as the check-out lady typed in the number, and then the amount popped up on the screen—$1.19/lb.

Unbelievable.

I Married a Whole Family of Nerds

Last night we had dinner with Ben’s extended family, and we were in charge of bringing dessert. We brought something called Six Layer Surprise. It's these cookie-ish bars with chocolate chips, coconut, walnuts, etc.

On our way home from dinner, Ben’s cousin Jason called to find out whether there was coconut in the dessert. Normally he gets a rash when he eats coconut, but he didn’t get one last night so he was wondering if he had outgrown his allergy.

Jason ended the phone call with, “Well, thanks for bringing the three factorial layer surprise.”

So clever…and yet, so nerdy.