Bad Moments make for Good Blog Fodder

Sunday Tree Monkey did not like something I said. She wanted to do something and I said no. I said no because on Sunday my job is to be the fun sucker. Really I just needed a quiet day and she wanted to argue with her sister over something silly.

Anyway I walked by her room later, like a few minutes later, and saw this:



I stood outside her door and whined, in my best whiny voice, "I don't know how to konk!"

She got madder at first then came out and we laughed about it. We still laugh about it and it's still on her door.

Monday evening hubs came into the living room and announced, "I konked on the door, but no one answered."

We talked about how we all misspell words when we write while experiencing passionate emotions.

If you come by my house be sure to konk on our door. I still don't know how to do it, maybe you do?