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Still on my break from wiring the last two switches in the family room, I discovered the following in my draft post folder. This one stood out among its legion of unfinished brethren since the child in the story is two years older than when this event took place. So much for blogging as personal record keeping. The post was heading off into a commentary on people trying and failing to impress others, but you don't care about that. We'll just keep it to the anecdote.

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Recently I walked through the family room while a few of my children were watching Ni Hao, Kai-lan. Whatever meager Mandarin abilities I once had are almost entirely gone, but when one of the characters said something in the unmistakable tone used in children's shows about to engage in a teaching moment, I said the phrase in Chinese. Five seconds later the character translated her English comment into Mandarin. Luckily, I'd picked all the right words as she said the exact phrase I'd used.

My eight year old, who was holding a sibling on the coach, was in awe. She knows her mother speaks Japanese but somehow paternal language abilities have not been emphasized as well. This will have to be corrected at a future family home evening with the theme, "Why your father is awesome".

It's likely to be a long evening.

Soy Sauce and Mustard and Matthew Macfadyum [sic]

Denise is finishing a week of guest blogging at MsScreenSiren, writing about one of her entertainment passions; go have a look.

She asked me a couple days ago to opine on her posts. Since I'm neither as well versed in British drama nor as experienced a viewer of the screen adaptations as she, I'll just say that among the movies and mini-series on her list, only Henry V had enough explosions. Somehow the fascination with the male leads just escapes me...

Secret note to men-type people: Most of the reviewed movies are watchable and some are quite good. More importantly, there are significant tertiary benefits to watching them with your spouse.

For the love of Nikola Tesla...

...why have two Home Depots in a major suburban area been out of stock on Murray 15 amp single pole breakers for a week and a half? Why?

It's not like 15 amp is some freakish size that no one uses. It's not like Murray is uncommon; it's the most widely stocked breaker brand in the stupid store based on shelf space. It's not like I dropped in one store one time, didn't find what I wanted, and ran to the interwebz whining*.

I've heard your stupid slogan Home Depot, but I CAN'T FREAKING DO IT -- NOR CAN YOU HELP ME DO SAID IT -- IF YOU DON'T STOCK THE VERY SIMPLE, HIGHLY COMMON PART I NEED.
I've put up with the ridiculous lack of shopping carts, lumber carts, and flatbed carts in New Rochelle. I've dealt with condescending "associates"in Port Chester who assume that a clean shirt and dress shoes mean I don't know the difference between PVC and CPVC. I've even waited around for forty minutes without complaint while some miserable person rooted through the special orders area looking for our -- wait for it -- special order shower drain and failed to find it. For every frustration and ignominy I've suffered, Madame Delicious has endured three more.

We've paid our dues and have the American Express statements to prove it. Now please, please, please get some Murray 15 amp single pole breakers in so I can finish the electrical in the family room. I just need one more little breaker to finish this phase of the project. Please?

* I visited two stores half a dozen times over a ten day period and THEN ran to the interwebz whining.

July 4th

More smores please Dad.

Yes, that's the children's playroom couch in the dining room. We're remodeling the playroom next; don't judge. It's not like they eat meals on it.

At least not when their mother is home...

HISHE

Since Delicious Animals has become a YouTube embed-fest, here's your latest installment.