Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Goofballs

We were goofballs and went to Seattle.

Going to Seattle doesn't make one a goofball.

Going to Seattle when it is warm and sunny in Gig Harbor and not checking Seattle's weather - that makes one an goofball.

Going to Seattle in rainy weather does not make one a goofball.

Going to Seattle with shorts and sandals and no jackets or umbrellas - that makes one a goofball.

Why were we surprised? The entire population of the western hemisphere could have predicted it would be raining in Seattle.

What can I say?

We're goofballs.


Here are goofballs on the Ferry. They don't realize yet that they are goofballs.


Here are three happy goofballs. The littlest goofball is really a goofball in training. She had no choice in the matter.


Here are six goofballs walking toward a big garbage dumpster. It's important for goofballs to have clear goals.


Here are three goofballs and a weirdo (no relation).


A little child eating a loaf of bread bigger than her head. She's a goofball.



Daddy Goofball suggested we buy some "Peace" for the car ride home. Goofball children are notorious for their volume in enclosed areas.