Delicious Irony

Sometimes I can't decide if people have a twisted sense of humor or if they're completely oblivious. I made two phone calls today, and had to hold both times. In both cases, the hold music was particularly apropos:

1. Call to a mobile phone company. The hold music? Van Morrison's Precious Time.
It doesn’t matter what route you take
Sooner or later the hearts going to break
No rhyme or reason, no master plan
No nirvana, no promised land

Because, precious time is slipping away
You know you’re only king for a day
It doesn’t matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away

2. Call to a heating company, to have some work done on my furnace. The hold music? Phil Collins' Tonight, tonight
I got some money in my pocket, about ready to burn
I don't remember where I got it, I gotta get it to you
So please answer the phone, cuz I keep calling, but you're never home
What am I gonna do
Tonight, tonight, tonight
I'm gonna make it right
Tonight, tonight, tonight.

I don't think people at the phone company or a couple heating guys could be this clever if they tried, which in my mind makes it just that much funnier/ironic.

What funny hold music have you had to listen to?

What our kids think we do when they're not around

Family Friend: What do you think your mom does at night after you go to sleep?

Calvin: She fights crime!

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(We have someone coming to the house mid-morning to give us a bid on some HVAC work.)

Paul: I can't decide if I should go into the office for half the morning or just work from home.

Calvin: Stay home and work on your ninja skills!

Redecorating

Katie and Max enjoy helping us redecorate. Only problem is that they do it without consulting us first.

Max prefers to use latex paint on plain wall as his artistic medium. Notice the nice straight strokes:



Katie prefers magic marker on anything:



Say what you will, you can't accuse us of stifling our children's creativity.

Thomas is getting in the Christmas spirit early this year

A new song composed by my second-born.

Bow down, bow down
To the power of Santa.
Or be crushed, be crushed
By his jolly boots of doom.