We have snow in Texas today so I guess all the frozen white stuff has put Pebbles in a wintery-jokey type mood. Here are two she told me today.
Pebbles: What do you call a frozen hamburger?
Me: I don’t know.
Pebbles: An iceberger!! Get it? An iceberg-er!! HAHAHAHA!!!
Me: Hahaha! Good one!
Pebbles: I’ve got another one.
Me: Okay. Let’s hear it.
Pebbles: What do you call frozen french fries?
Me: I don’t know.
Pebbles: French frice!! Get it? French fr-ice!! HAHAHAHA!!!
Me: Hahahaha! Those are funny! I have an ice joke for you.
Me: You crack me up.
Pebbles: (deer in headlights)
Me: That was an ice joke.
Pebbles: I don’t get it.
Me: You know. Ice. It cracks. Like when you walk on it. Or throw it.
Pebbles: That doesn’t make sense. Mine were better.
Yeah. She’s probably right.
I’ve decided to give my readers a rare treat. A photo of Pebbles with her snowman. Sort of a reward for having to read my sucky joke. Publishing her face isn’t something I’m real comfortable with, so I won’t do it often.
Isn’t she adorable? She inherited her momma‘s beautiful complexion. I love those rosy cheeks so much.
I’d like to point out the snowman’s greasy, sweat-stained farm hat, which was borrowed from The Rock. Also, Mr. Snowman is holding a plate, which was formerly a bubble dish. Now it’s a plate. For his icebergers and french frices. He also has a red and yellow tail. Only Pebbles knows why.
I’m posting this next photo so you can see how to dress for snow Texas-style. We aren’t equipped with all that going-out-in-the-snow gear here.
Those may look like cute monkey snow pants but they aren’t. Pebbles is actually wearing two pair of fleece PJ bottoms, with leggings underneath.
Those snazzy red snow boots are kickboxing boots worn over her shoes. They’re left over from the Tae Kwon Do class Pebbles refused to finish, after we shelled out the bucks for all the gear. Today she got some use out of them. Oh yay now I feel so much better about all that money we spent.
And how ’bout those sweet snow gloves? Pebbles is wearing a baseball glove on her right hand. She couldn’t find the mate so she substituted with a Spiderman glove.
Yep. We’re Texans. We know how to improvise. ‘Cause that’s how we roll.
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