So, we were waiting at a light on our way to visit my mom when I looked over at the funeral home that’s been there my entire life (it’s not actually named “Smith’s,” obviously).  The sign said “Funeral Home and Cremation Services” and… this is what came out.  And people still wonder why I get smacked so often?  Man, when Kia’s old enough to understand what I’m talking about, I’m going to spend a lot of time confusing her with stuff like this… then explaining that I was just joking.  I wonder how long before she starts asking her mother if she can hit me, too.  ;P

I’ve got a Chinese-style dragon crawling around on my chest, while Stacy’s got on her teal plaid shirt.  Kia’s sound asleep in the backseat, saving up energy for exploring grandma’s house.