Word of the day

For those of you who watch Sesame Street, you'll know that Murray (one of the monsters on the show and quite honestly, way better than Elmo) has a "word of the day." 

In our house, that word has been "seriously." Courtesy of Pearl. 

As in "Seriously?" Or "Seriously!" Or "S.E.R.I.O.U.S.L.Y." Or my personal favorite, "Seriously?!" like you really are the dumbest parents on the planet.

Seriously.

Pearl's word of the day became the word of our weekend at Bear Lake. Especially after some d*!@ raccoon figured out how to unzip our insulated cooler, reach his paws in, and eat every single Rice Krispies treat, fruit snack, and Fruit-by-the-foot we had. At 4:30 a.m. in the morning!!! Leaving behind an entire bag of Hot Tamales strewn all over the cement because apparently treat stealing critters don't like hot candies AND a frazzled, broom-carrying, crazy, sleep-deprived, and grouchy 31-year-old woman to chase him off.

Seriously!

Or seriously? when a "Mormon flock of geese" as we dubbed them tried to take over our beach all weekend. When we got to the property, there was about 20 of them squatting on our lawn. We later discovered our lawn and beach had become their personal toilet. S.E.R.I.O.U.S.L.Y.!

My brother Jesse took it upon himself to try and chase them away every time they wandered back over. I'm not kidding, but at one point there must have been at least 25 babies and 15 adults stalking him back and forth. Then they sent in the pelicans as reinforcements. It was hilarious... like they were planning a full-out war attack on us. As soon as Jesse would chase off one family of geese, another would swim over from the other side and stare him down. I'm doubtful Jesse's efforts will help in the geese finding another spot for their poop fest.

Seriously?!