From The Bunny's Friday morning Sopranos buy…
DVD
19.96
DVD
19.96
DVD
19.96
DVD
29.96
DVD SPRNO 5
29.96
DVD SOPR 6.1
29.96
GIANT MONKEY
19.97
I'm not sure there's ever been a cooler store receipt.
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me!
From The Bunny's Friday morning Sopranos buy…
DVD
19.96
DVD
19.96
DVD
19.96
DVD
29.96
DVD SPRNO 5
29.96
DVD SOPR 6.1
29.96
GIANT MONKEY
19.97
I'm not sure there's ever been a cooler store receipt.
Woohoo! The Bunny came home from work this morning with six volumes of Sopranos DVDs.
At the bus stop The Bunny asked a girl if she's autistic. I suggested next time she go all the way and ask "Are you retarded or something?"
(Last Friday) (I know, I've been lazy, shut up!)
The Chicken: Hey Dad?
Me: Hey Chicken.
Chicken: Do you know how the gas makes the car go?
Me: Yes.
Chicken: Will you tell me?
Me: It's kind of long. Are you going to pay attention?
Chicken: Yes.
Me: Ok. You know how we put the gas into the gas tank, right?
Chicken: Yes.
Me: There's a pump, the fuel pump, that pulls the gas out of the tank and through the fuel line up to the engine.
In the engine the gas goes into the fuel injectors where it's mixed with ordinary air. See, the car runs on air with a little gasoline added. It's about 14:1 air to gas and it's called the "fuel/air mixture."
From there the mixture goes into the cylinders, where combustion happens. Cars are "four stroke" engines, meaning that each piston has four states.
The first is intake, where the piston drops down and creates vacuum pressure to pull the mixture into the cylinder.
Then the valves at the top of the cylinder close and the second stroke begins: compression. The piston moves up to squeeze the mixture.
The third is the power stroke. The spark plug will create, well… a spark inside the cylinder. This makes a little explosion as the mixture ignites. The piston is forced downward, creating all the energy of the engine.
The fourth is exhaust, where the other valve at the top of the cylinder opens and the piston moves up to push out the leftover gases from the power stroke.
Each of the pistons is connected at the bottom to a rod called the cam shaft. The movement of each piston is linked to all the others. When one piston is moving down, another is being pushed up. The little explosion from one piston's power stroke creates the force used in another piston's compression stroke. All of the pistons firing together create a continuous rotation on the cam shaft.
The cam shaft runs into the transmission where a series of gears will adjust how the motion of the cam shaft is used, like different gears on a bicycle.
Different cars do the next part in different ways, but basically the transmission connects to the axle and turns the rotation of the cam shaft into rotation of the axle. The wheels are connected to the axle, so when that turns the car rolls down the road.
(pause)
Me: You understand?
(pause)
Me: Chicken?
Chicken: Oh, sorry, I wasn't listening. Tell me again.
(Tuesday night)
Chicken: Mom?
Bunny: Yeah?
Chicken: Do my nails look girly?
Bunny: Your finger nails?
Chicken: Yeah.
Bunny: Lemme see.
(He shows her)
Bunny: They're getting long. They do look a little girly. We should trim those when we get home. Will you remind me to trim your nails when we're at home?
Chicken: I don't want my nails trimmed! How am I going to scratch myself?
My jaw kind of hurts today. I have no idea why. I wonder if The Bunny was putting stuff in my mouth while I slept again.
Bunny: Is that… (sniff, sniff) I think… (sniff, sniff) I think I smell cat piss.
Me: Oh no. Really?
Bunny: (sniff, sniff) Yeah, all of a sudden I smell it. (sniff, sniff) I can't figure out where that smell is coming from. (sniff, sniff… sniff, sniff)
(pause)
Bunny: I think maybe it's your burger.
Me: My burger?
Bunny: I didn't smell it until you brought that over here. (sniff, sniff)
(pause)
Bunny: Yeah, it's your burger. Your burger smells like cat piss.
Yesterday evening The Bunny, The Chicken and I went to a grocery store deli for dinner. After the store, Bunny needed to stop by the post office for a few stamps. The post office was closed, but the lobby with the stamp machines is open 24 hours a day.
Bunny marched into the building with Chicken while I waited in the car. Time passed. A lot of time. Much more time than would normally be required to buy stamps from a machine. After five or six minutes, Chicken came out to the car and asked "Do you have any money? The machine won't take Mom's dollars."
I sent him back inside with four singles. Time passed. A lot of time.
At least ten minutes after entering, Bunny stormed out of the post office with murder in her eyes. When she climbed into the car, she told me all about the damn machine which will apparently only accept newly minted dollars that have been autographed with a blue Sharpie by the Secretary of the Treasury. Bunny had only one of those, which wasn't enough to buy the stamps she needed. Oh, and nearly everything was sold out. And the machine won't give back any money unless you buy something.
So Bunny bought something: a pack of fifty one cent stamps. You might think these next to useless until the next rate hike, but not so. We're using those bitches.
The Bunny: "The Chicken didn't want to do anything today that required movement, except maybe sucking ice cream drinks through a straw."
I'm going on a date today. Don't tell The Bunny! (I kid, of course. It's with Bunny.)
I'm jealous. The Bunny and The Chicken are off having breakfast, and I'm not. Oh well. My fault I'm missing out on that.