my son has onion breath

i have yet to find a food-stuff that phases hugh. so far, he has an affinity for:

• lemons
• pickles
• catsup
• plain yogurt
• garlic cream cheese
• raw onions
• mustard

i think that it may be time to start him on curry.

10 million toys...

...and his favorite things to play with are:

• the spatula, wire whisk and bowl scraper
• my old keys
• a small silicone bowl
• the box that the vanilla abstract came in

...and he lives on

i like to read the death notices in the paper. it’s not because i’m morbid with an overdeveloped interest in death. really. to be honest, some of things that people print there are amazing, particularly the memorial notices commemorating the anniversary of someone’s death. this came from the sunday paper a few years ago, i just had to cut it out.

smith, james (“beave”)

we don’t know the reason why but now we know angels die. it’s been a year and still no one answered for your kill. dogg of all doggs and the lady shorty, we bend our arms, we tilt our 40’s to the “beave”, we give salute.

wow.

he'shellonelectronics

hugh broke the space bar on my laptop yesterday. we sat down at the computer and within 2 seconds he had somehow managed to rip the space bar completely off. i can type a space, but i.have.to.be.very.methodical.when.doing.so.

bad news: i have to buy a new keyboard
good news: itemized business deduction!

he has also waged war on brent's cellphone. due to an unfortunate spit-up incident, b's phone now:

• randomly dials the digits '3' and '6'
• does not allow you to dial the digits '3' or '6' while making a call
• takes anywhere between 20-80 pictures of nothing each day