March Madness

When you live in North Carolina you get asked about basketball. A Lot. I usually give people my patented Blank Stare when they ask me about basketball. And if they really don't get it then they ask me, "Aren't you a fan?" To which I respond with my Scornful Sneer. No. I am not a fan. In all fairness, I did the same thing in Georgia but with football. I don't like sports in general, though I have been known to enjoy some Olympics upon occasion.

So in Burnstopia, March Madness takes on a different flavor. It looks a bit more like this:

Behold, the new car seat NOT in the car!
[edited to add: it is now installed, we only had to remove one headrest to make it fit!]

The Boy having grits and eggs for DINNER not breakfast.
We are wild and crazy cats around here.
[edited to add: he was nonplussed about the whole grits and eggs experience.]

This isn't that crazy at all, he's just really cute.

Ok. So this post is totally one for the Grandmas, I'm coming back with my next post about David Copperfield. So stay tuned for more free associating stream of consciousness!