We thought about having octuplets — after all, Apu and Manjula Nahasapeemapetilon were able to make it work — but then that lady in California did it first, so we have tried to make do with the three kids already in our family.
Making the best of the situation, we do have to admit that there’s always extra energy in the Clark household with Sara, Caleb, and Amy.
Before June 2009, the sentence “See you, honey, I’ll be hiking the Appalachian Trail” was not a sleazy euphemism, and could be used by actual hikers who actually hiked on national scenic trails. (Now we must clarify: “ATTN Lisa: When Bob hikes on the PCT, he is not secretly in Argentina.”)
Sara and Scandal still walk, if not wilderness trails, at least the pathways and arenas of unincorporated Snohomish County.
John Adams suggested a party with “illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward for evermore.”
One thing about those founding fathers: the dudes knew how to party. Giving the founding fathers the respect they deserve, the Clark family blew some cash at the Tulalip Reservation for a pile of fireworks, many of which were legal.
On the Fourth of July we had a block party and tried to avoid blowing away fingers, eyes, toes, and eyebrows. Success was mostly achieved; at least, no permanent injuries were acknowledged. We had fun barbecuing with our neighbors and dodging bottle rockets.
Attention, kids: don’t abuse fireworks. Be aware! Explode with care!
Merry Christmas. Happy Holidays. Happy Four-Month-Late (or Eight-Month-Early) Ramadan. Pleasant Winter Solstice. Season’s Greetings. Happy Festivus. Happy Hanukkah. Give An Atheist Kid A Gift For No Reason.