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Wednesday, June 01, 2005

FOR DAN AND STACY...

...and any other reader who have children under 5th grade.

Guess what this is:




Do you really want me to tell you?

Seriously?

Are you sure?

O.K. Then. It's the remnants of an eye of a cow that the 5th graders disected today.

The teachers said they could bring them home....and keep them.

Yay! Cow eye parts...

Sorry Dan, but you know how I like to give you at least a quarterly dose of gross.

Sorry Stacy, this is what you have to look forward to Michael bringing home.

...maybe they're good luck.

posted by me | 5:22 PM | 9 comments

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That's dangerous of the teacher. If I'd had those I would have chucked them at my borther or sister so fast...
But it really is kinda cool. Just don't add it to Hors d'Orves night, okay;) No fear factor style at the Hartigans.

# posted by lynne : 6/01/2005 8:09 PM  


Actually we had a "Fear Factor Hartigan Style" day once. It was called "Camp Snoopy". We are seriously a family of whimps. We made it on the swings and the little car that runs on a track and you shoot at targets. I actually stopped the mystery mine ride by unstrapping my seatbelt and almost vomited after my daughter talked me into going on the log ride. You should seriously visit the "Mega Mall" as Minnesotans call it, and Camp Snoopy when you get into town. Hey! Maybe we can meet you there and watch you ride the rides!

Seriously, we are such a bag of scaredy cats.

# posted by Colleen : 6/01/2005 8:40 PM  


Oh and Aron did try to chuck it at Zoe. Via Dad's coaxing. She almost upchucked ez-mac. Now that would've been gross!

# posted by Colleen : 6/01/2005 8:45 PM  


Ugh! I cannot stand those types of rides-Tilt-a-hurl, Spin-n-barf, etc. And I hate roller coasters.
I will be in MN soon... I'll meet you at (what I will now call) the UberMall but only if you don't force me on the log ride.

# posted by lynne : 6/01/2005 9:40 PM  


Really?! I kinda pegged you as the "Seriously Adventurous" type. Mega coasters and such. Of course, I think everyone is more adventureous than me. Mostly because they are. I could introduce you to a wonderfully tame Art Park, with a little old Italian Artist who calls every woman "Bella" and gives big Italian kisses on the cheek.

Ah...Mr. Caponi...il mio amore.

# posted by Colleen : 6/01/2005 9:58 PM  


Take them home????
Oh no...really I don't think I could take that.How were they transported home? Did they get a baggie or were they shoved into a warm pocket for the bus ride home?I am tougher than I give myself credit for though.We went to the MN zoo yesterday and I noticed all the way out into the parking lot Michael needed a diaper change.I ended up having to change it in the 120 degree heat of the car using 34,000 wet ones.Then because we were not by a garbage we got to ride with the "used" diaper the whole hour ride home.He seriously needs to start potty training...How old were your kids when you trained then by the way?Do you have any tips for me???

# posted by Stacy : 6/03/2005 7:14 AM  


You went to the zoo and didn't come out to see me?!?! I'm only like 10 minutes south of there. O.K. maybe 12. You could've come swimming!

Maybe next time.

# posted by Colleen : 6/03/2005 7:15 PM  


WHY? Why would you bring those home? What would you do with them? I hope you made them throw them away. If they came in the house with some roadkill would you allow that? Same difference! GRODY.

# posted by dan : 6/07/2005 9:25 AM  


I don't know! It wasn't my idea!

At first I thought they were something they created in art class or some new weird toy that someone gave him. I almost actually TOUCHED it. Ewwww.

# posted by Colleen : 6/07/2005 3:42 PM  



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