One day when Margaret and I had our nephew’s Matt and Glen (ages 7 &
I started telling them all about white ninjas. See they’ve only seen black ninjas on TV and movies.
Here are the facts outlined by me to them about white ninjas:
1. One white ninja can kick the ass of 40 black ninjas all at once.
2. They can jump over 20 feet in the air to deliver a death blow.
3. They can perform ‘jedi like’ mind tricks on anyone.
4. They are chosen at birth and only know the way of the white ninja.
5. They are superior to black ninjas.
6. They can turn invisible.
7. The only weapon’s they use are themselves. Nothing else.
Anyway, it helped when Margaret got in on the white ninja story and then they finally believed what I was saying. It was hilarious. So here’s the rub. Glen was playing with his whoopie cushion after Margaret told him to not mess with it, because she didn’t want to hear farts. Like a kid, he blew it up and made it fart all over the place. While he did that I just pulled into Hobby Lobby. At this point she made him give it to him and we all got out of the car. He kept looking at her hands while we all walked into the store. He wanted to make sure she still had it. So I came up behind her and snuck the cushion into my hands and into my pockets. At this point he noticed she no longer had the whoopie cushion and he stopped and started looking at the bushes we passed by and the parking lot and he couldn’t find it. I was cracking up. As we got inside I said, “Glen, I think you just witnessed a white ninja trick. He couldn’t believe it.
That’s enough of that story, but that’s the story of the white ninja and my assassin of a wife.
Our little family currently consists of Darryl, me, along with our pups Lucas & Lily. We've been together for 14 years now, and we love every minute of it. I enjoy all types of crafty things such as knitting, crocheting, photography, sewing, and making cards. Darryl enjoys gaming (both PC and PS3), playing guitar, cooking, and just veggin out. Lucas and Lily just love to sleep, eat, and pets.




