OMG, I still can’t read your blog at work. Every time you post, I think to myself “I’ll just check it out really quick, no biggie.” And then I am stuck trying to muffle my laughter so I don’t draw attention to myself.
All that to say, that kid’s face is PRICELESS! I keep staring at it and snorting. People are starting to stare…
While essaytch shouldn’t read your blog at work, I shouldn’t read while I’m eating…but I do everytime. Just when I think I pull myself together I take another look at the pic and lose it. Hilarious.
I like how the boy’s pinky is extended outward; it’s as if every last inch of him is standing on end from fear….as for the broc-talk, it’s the craziest thing, last night I spent an hour chopping frickin’ salad so I could have a week’s worth of salad for “work lunches” (ya I’m cool like that), and the good ol’ broccoli was a big component of the mixture! 🙂 ..hmm…but now that I think back to that hour of chopping up the broc in “tree terms”, err…is that the same as chopping up a forest? If so, I am not a friend of Mother Nature (and I’m not sorry about it).
Oh, Bill. You know I love you but I had JUST gotten that damn song out of my head after watching some SNL special like a week ago. Now it’s there forever 😉
That pic is hilarious. I used to hate broccoli when I was a kid, but I can’t get enough of it now. Same with mushrooms. Can’t explain it.
That pic reminds of whyI have an irrational fear of ostriches. When I was in kindygarten we took a field trip to a zoo and one of them accosted me and snatched my bag of peanuts right out of my hand. They still make me nervous.
Casserole of Disaster 
OMG, I still can’t read your blog at work. Every time you post, I think to myself “I’ll just check it out really quick, no biggie.” And then I am stuck trying to muffle my laughter so I don’t draw attention to myself.
All that to say, that kid’s face is PRICELESS! I keep staring at it and snorting. People are starting to stare…
Pure terror I tell you. I found that while trying to find the perfect broccoli picture. It was meant to be.
😆 You are a nut!
The first time I saw that picture I laughed for like ten minutes straight.
While essaytch shouldn’t read your blog at work, I shouldn’t read while I’m eating…but I do everytime. Just when I think I pull myself together I take another look at the pic and lose it. Hilarious.
Looks like my little brother when he was that age.
Gawtdamm- I’d be the same way if an Ass came screamin in through the car window…
Hey Jolly Green Giant! Good to know you’re eating your veggies! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Hey! Max does that too, and he claims to only want to eat the leaves and not the trunk 😉
So do I Bill. so do I .
And if I ever stop eating my broccoli like that then somewhere, an angel is crying.
I like how the boy’s pinky is extended outward; it’s as if every last inch of him is standing on end from fear….as for the broc-talk, it’s the craziest thing, last night I spent an hour chopping frickin’ salad so I could have a week’s worth of salad for “work lunches” (ya I’m cool like that), and the good ol’ broccoli was a big component of the mixture! 🙂 ..hmm…but now that I think back to that hour of chopping up the broc in “tree terms”, err…is that the same as chopping up a forest? If so, I am not a friend of Mother Nature (and I’m not sorry about it).
Oh, Bill. You know I love you but I had JUST gotten that damn song out of my head after watching some SNL special like a week ago. Now it’s there forever 😉
She choppin’ she choppin’ she choppin………
Do you yell ‘timber’?
Squee, I have that song in my head now too. I hate myself.
Allison- Will now. I start from the top though. I don’t leave any stumps.
KB- Max and I have a lot in common.
Ahhhh how adorable 🙂
That pic is hilarious. I used to hate broccoli when I was a kid, but I can’t get enough of it now. Same with mushrooms. Can’t explain it.
That pic reminds of whyI have an irrational fear of ostriches. When I was in kindygarten we took a field trip to a zoo and one of them accosted me and snatched my bag of peanuts right out of my hand. They still make me nervous.