Melanie: Everything about him looks perfect. He is like a Barbie Police!
Melanie (when asked to pick up trash around the front yard): Why don't we just wait for nature to take it's course and let the wind blow it into the neighbor's yard?
Melanie and I worked at a Girl Scout Cookie booth in front of a grocery store. When we got done, I suggested we step inside and get a bite to eat.
Melanie: "Here? What's to eat here?"
Me: Um . . . it's a grocery store. The entire store . . . is full of food.
Melanie mowed the lawn today. It is now full of crop circles.
I'm not sure what happened here, but it involved some general mayhem and a lot of scotch tape.
(It's NEVER boring at our house when Melanie is around.)