The Bloggy Entry You Never Asked For

I clicked on one of the first links announcing Anna Nicole Smith's death, and two seconds later my phone rang. It was my husband, who'd come home from a doctor's appointment and discovered we had some sort of woodland creature trashing the basement. The town will only send someone out for dog control, so we discussed the option of calling and claiming it was a dog. Instead, he ended up finding a pest control guy in the Yellow Pages, who ended up looking suspiciously like Ted Nugent with a crewcut.

Anyway, my job during the Ted-Nugent-trap-setting phase was to pick up my daughter from daycare and keep her occupied, because any explanation I could try to provide was not going to end well. As long as the door to the basement is closed nothing from downstairs can get upstairs*, but still. So, she and I went to McDonald's and then we went to the bookstore. She got a Junie B. Jones book and I got The End of Mr. Y, which I haven't started yet but probably will this weekend. I also got some tea, and she got a cookie. On the way home, Elvis was on the radio and I did the following:

(1) Provided a brief explanation of Elvis' popularity (2) Explained how Elvis died in terms that a six year old can understand** (3) Explained that Elvis was not Stevie Wonder, who has come up in conversation before. (We both think Stevie's older music is pretty cool.) (4) Confirmed that Elvis was never blind but was dead, and Stevie Wonder is blind and still alive. (5) Offered the idea that people have different ideas about what happens to you after you die. (6) Offered the idea that some people have different ideas about what God is like. (7) Offered the idea that some people don't believe in God. (8) Wondered why discussion of Elvis, in my experience, always leads to discussion of God.

Anyway, Anna Nicole Smith is still dead. The squirrel walked into the trap this morning and turned out to be pretty much enormous. Ted Nugent came and took it away this afternoon. No, I have no idea what he did with it.

*Don't ask how I know that. Just don't. **Alcohol, also known as grownup drinks, a sick heart, and too much junk food on top of the sick heart. I thought about mentioning the toilet, which I knew would interest her a lot, but it'd been a pretty long day and I was tired. I'll save that for second grade.