Inefficacious

I should be cleaning my room. I've decided that reason is fruitless. Purpose in meaningless things is pointless. Order in a blog is futile. So here is goes. A bug was trying to inveigle this fake bug

into mating. The real bug has been around a couple weeks. He's getting big. The clouds looked fake.

I've made fake clouds that looked more like real clouds than the real clouds prevailing overhead this day. Mom doesn't like her picture taken.

She does like puzzles.

Keller does not like rolls stuffed into his mouth

... oh poor defenseless punk. Whatever. Ever wonder why they say "looking at the world thru rose colored glasses?" Not just because Frank said it. It is because clouds and the sun look pretty thru rose colored glasses.

I commandeered a Volvo

today. Owen parked his truck at church so it blocked 3/4 of the path.

Adam banged his shin on the hitch. Volvo.