Ibuprofen Jones
From a Times-Picayune article about a recent murder:
"Kenner police aren't sold on that motive but have obtained a warrant to book Advil Walker, 19, of 3564 E. Loyola Drive, with second-degree murder and three counts of attempted murder."
Police caution that he may be using his alias, so be on the lookout for a man calling himself Ibuprofen Jones.
We were on our way to a Thai restaurant some friends had suggested for dinner.
"I don't know about Thai food," Sonya said, "I just hope it's not all chicken heads and tofu."
"Now, now," I soothed her, "they probably have a whole section of their menu devoted to their non-chicken-head-and-tofu-eating patrons."
John and I were in the bathroom last night. I was running his bath, he was checking things out (Does the toilet flush? Check. Can I eat this noodle off of my shirt? Check. Can I reach the stuff on the counter? Check.).
Sonya used the iron yesterday morning and put it by the sink in the bathroom to cool. I was sitting on the edge of the tub and looked over to see John fondling the cord of the now-cold but still very heavy iron.
I gave him The Look. If you have parents, you've seen this look. If you are a parent, you've given it. I didn't know I could do it until I got a toddler - now I don't even have to think about it.
"Noooooo," John said as he grinned and let go of the cord. We were communicating!