they're not supposed to be funny....

Last night we're all in watching tv, the fire place is on, the dog is snoring in the corner.  At the exact moment the movie quiets:

PPPPPPFFFFHHHHTTT

Like a single note from kiddo's trumpet.

PPPPPPFFFFHHHHTTT

The dog springs up, woof! woof! She's ready to defend us from the noise.  It hits her, she stops, sniffs the air, reaches her head around and smells her own butt.  Satisfied she has located the source of the loud noise, she circles around her bed and settles back down.  Never mind the scent.

Gagging, and crawling toward the other side of the room, waving her hand violently to get the stinky air away form her face, kiddo pipes up "Ugh, Tina you couldn't even leave the room!  Mom, she smelled her own arse!  Why would she do that?!  Ugh dog what did you eat?!"

I was laughing so hard, it wasn't until hours later I was reliving the moment (sans scent) that I realized, kiddo said the word "arse" and I didn't correct her.

I know - farts aren't supposed to be funny, except they are.  They're hysterical, especially when your dog does it so loud it wakes her up!

PPPPPPFFFFHHHHTTT

Now I just have to decide if I'm okay with 13 year old kiddo using the word arse.

Arrrr?

Living by the ocean, often feels like you're at the edge of the world.  Tons of stuff gets washed up on the shores all the time.  Every now and then, I like to think up stories about where the stuff came from.

Glass? Empty grog bottles hurled in the ocean by pirates. Obviously.

Wood?  Splinters from wooden legs.  Of course.

Footwear?  Easy.  Was attached to the wooden leg at one point.

But this, this one baffles me....

What would a pirate be doing with a keyboard?