The Brookinator

It just astounds me to see how many things Brooke can get into over the course of a fleeting minute. It's like she has this buffer in her head, loaded with the next ten things she wants to destroy, all lined up like an iTunes playlist, or candies in a Pez dispenser. And the second you shoo her away from some calamity in the making, she loads the next one and BAM! off she goes. There is no pause, no hint of indecision, it's instantaneous redirection. And the look on her face is that of a mad woman, a crazed, wide-eyed kind of ravenous ferocity that very clearly shows her resolve. And she knows EXACTLY which items and activities we want her to avoid, she homes in on those like a laser beam and goes in for the kill.

She's basically a diminutive, soft, cute, pink Terminator, that's what she is. Don't stand in her way.

Pink Bullets

So now the National Breast Cancer Foundation campaign has made it all the way out to pepper spray and mace. I strongly suspect a pink MAC-10 will be offered in the near future, because 1) Gangsta chicks need to feel like contributors too, and 2) you'd be just as scared of a pink MAC-10 as you would a black one, trust me.

Since MAC-10's are expensive and illegal (even pink ones), Brian and I are shopping for pepper spray. You know, just in case that dog we heard on the other side of the wall at the Packard plant finds a way out. He sounded more like a small black bear than a dog, and a little dose of pepper spray might help convince him that we're not worth the trouble. It's for me, really. Brian is so skinny lately the dog/bear would probably break a tooth on him.

Pink & Heavy

Did you know that chicks have big trucks too?

Pink Cell Phones

Maddie, preparing for her career as a chick.