I saw an IMAX movie about Egypt on a date with Dan this weekend. I really think that if given the budget and footage they had, I could have made a much better film. I mean, look what I did with Allysha‘s husband, $20, 4 pirate radio DJs, a couple of Mexican wrestling masks and a pair of pantyhose. I didn’t even have Omar Sharif when I made that film and let’s just say it was pure cinematic magic.

Seriously, I should be making films when I’m not making kids.

We did not intend to see the IMAX movie, the juggling guy, or the mole rats. Our plans were thwarted and it makes no sense to me.

Translate these rare scribblings if you dare.
Is it common to sell out a museum exhibit? Will people’s retinas begin to burn holes in the preciously preserved documents if more than 150 of them pass through the dark room each day?

Hieroglyphic translation — I didn’t see the Dead Sea Scrolls. Sold out. Paid babysitter. Bites.

One good thing about this weekend: I told Magoo to go find Dad and tell him “Raaarrrrrr!” Magoo ran to Dan…yay, he’s doing what I asked…and then ran right past him…ah well…grabbed a plastic polar bear from the toy room…ran back to Dan…held out the bear…and said…”Raaarrrr!”

In Magoo’s world, bears, big cats, teddy bears, small fluffy sheep and his mom after paying $60 for babysitting, parking and gas to be told that the Dead Sea Scroll Exhibit is sold out all say “Raaarrrr!”

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