Inappropriate

The other day, BH was driving his jeep along with the radio blasting away.  The radio picks up signals from actual radio stations so although it was no fault of anyone's, I found that "Sexual Healing" was a rather inappropriate tune for a 3 and  a 1/2 to be listening to.

Uncle MC, please do not encourage him.

Saturday Morning: Passengers and Deliveries, Part II

What about that delivery to be made?

Was there anything to deliver this Saturday Morning?

Why yes!

There's someone waiting for a package now!

It's X!

Let's go make that delivery!

The exchange...

With money in hand and a satisfied customer...

It's time to get outta here.

All that talk of getting rid of the Saturday mail to save costs - there's no need for that.  Just give the kid a dollar per package and he will deliver.

Saturday Morning: Passengers and Deliveries, Part I

Another Saturday morning, another day to make some deliveries.

What?

Since when?

Ah yes.

It's Spring now and that means the Jeep received as a Christmas present is now being driven around in the neighbourhood. 

Afterall, it's wonderful weather for such an activity.

The Jeep has a passenger seat and lots of room for packages (I saw some sneakers in the trunk!), so Boo-Head is willing to give anyone a ride.

Unfortunately, I am not small enough and certainly too fat to hitch a ride.

The Cheat on the other hand is another story.

It turns out that The Cheat is a little too fat for the seatbelt.  The seatbelt came off a little ways out of the yard.

Since we are all about safety first here at the HOchieS, we decided to tuck The Cheat into a comfortable position at the base of the seat.

Well that did not really work out for The Cheat because everytime the Jeep hit a bump, all I could hear was screeching from Teh C. 

"Meh!!!"

"Rehehreh!"

"REEEEEEEHHHHH!!!"

Boo-Head and I both decided that it would be best if The Cheat would go back indoors.