Chugga-Chugga

I read a lot of blogs. A LOT. Some I read because I enjoy the writers' styles. Some I read because the subject matter is important to me. And some I read because they remind me that, by comparison, my life is actually pretty damn good, and I really do have my shit together. Well. For the most part.

Last night, I was at the dinner table, catching up on my blog reading while Oscar was playing a video game on his PDA. Turtle was busy eating his scrambled eggs and applesauce. I ran across an entry in one of the latter types of blogs and without realizing it, started snickering. (I know...I'm a snobby, smug, superior, judgmental bitch. I own it.) Oscar looked up at the sound and asked me what was so funny. "I was just reading a blog," I said, and in a sing-song voice continued, "Traaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiin Wreck!" There was a beat and then Turtle looked up. He grinned at me, pumped his arm in the air, and yelled out, "CHOO CHOO!" Oscar and I dissolved into fits of laughter. I mean really....was there anything else we could have done?