As you know my house is pretty much filled with some really smart people. Like the Droid is nearly Bill Nye the Science guy. My kid the Prince does science projects for fun. They let me exist here because I can find food in the refridgerator and tell them when their clothes don’t match.
But last night, I too entered the realm of the scientific study. Without even knowing it I was conducting and proving a scientific theory.
Since words are not coming to me easy today I decided to just go ahead and publish the notes and diagrams straight out of my scientific journal.
I am not really hungry since I hit my head ( again) I feel kinda barfy so you guys can have my pie.
Since I discovered it I get to name it . Showing I am not vain and naming it after myself I have come up with this.
Chronic Weeble Deficiency Syndrome
But I found this seriously kick butt weeble picture and if I were a weeble it would probably be what I would look like.
But I wouldn’t have that particular hand placement, I think.
I think this is pretty conclusive evidence, that I am indeed not a weeble. Now I have to go and ask ( code word for beg/threaten) my Droid not to put the survilance tapes on line anywhere.
Hope you have a weeble weekend guys.