We left Slidell at 6:00 AM under a cover of bugs. It's been a long time since we've hung with so many gnats and mosquitos, and they stuck with us for at least an hour. Then, in a scene right out of a cartoon movie, and army of dragonflies showed up and ran them off. The dragonflies stayed around for a long time too, and there must have been a couple of dozen flying along and resting on the lifelines. We didn't mind them, and the boys got out the net to practice insect catch and release.

I'm not sure what made me think of it today, but several years ago, a group of us went into a rather nice restaurant. There were probably 6 or 8 of us.

On Saturday, I heard something that I had never heard before: Floyd Cramer on the radio. Back in the early 90s, if you turned on mid-day TV for any amount of time at all, you were sure to see the commercial for a Floyd Cramer, playing a collection of other people's hits as piano instrumentals.

You know that guy in your company's project meetings who is absent-mindedly clicking his pen during the call? It's not really so absent minded. He's sending a Morse code message to whoever's on the other end.

The Spring festival season is a great, great time of year. I was channel flipping last night, and one station had clips from last year's Jazz Fest. I stuck around for a few songs, and they flipped to the end of Trombone Shorty's set that closed it out last year. I called the kids in there to look for themselves, even though we were so far back when he played that our images had to have been reduced to a mere pixel or two even on the rare occasions that the camera zoomed out far enough to see the approximiate location where we sat.

There's a little-known Louisiana statue stating that when you arrive at work in the morning, if Tab Benoit is playing on the radio, you're required to wait in the car until the song is finished.

There's this article I read that is so full of fun facts that I just quote it liberally and provide you a link.

This morning, K woke up with a loud, "HEY!" Scared the shit out of me, even though I was already awake. Before I reacted, he continued. "WHO MESSED WITH MY PANKAKES?"

The worst part about starting a new work project is getting familiar with a new office culture. It's all over the map – from the quiet, dress-shirt wearing professional building to the noisy, jeans and t-shirt wearing software shops. This month, I started a new thing at one of the quiet, professional type places.

Yesterday, a locksmith came to our house and made the garage locks work with our existing house keys. I can more easily fathom how we send a rocket to the moon than how man can make a lock work with a pre-existing key.

Way back in August, when filling out paperwork for preschool, one of the forms asked about any parental talents that might be fun for the class to know about. Mrs. theskinnyonbenny considered our talents, and decided that my consistent ability to pull my pants ALL the way up above my butt crack wasn't impressive enough, so she listed me as a ukulele player.

On the way to school this morning, V got all excited. He was talking 100 miles per hour. "I forgot to tell you what we had at school! REAL. ICE. Not like a cube or one of those things that hangs down, but it was round and really was ice!"