600 Pieces Of Connection

Any mom of boys will agree with this statement - Legos' drive me nuts.

When I was a kid, there wasn't much variety to them. They came in standard colors, two, four and six bricks - sometimes eight - and if you could build something other than a wall, then you got shipped off to MIT for testing.

Have you seen Legos' lately? No - you haven't because they're so-friggin-small! They're so small they're actually not a chocking hazard. A hemorrhoid hazard, maybe, but not choking. I've pulled out boogers bigger than some of these pieces. Whose hands are nimble enough to put these tiny pieces together - certainly not mine. They make me feel like I have arthritis. They make me feel like I'm having brain spasms.

Lego Serial Killer burial ground

Just to be clear - I wasn't playing with the boys' Lego. I had to sift through their Lego table to look for broken glass because our home brew exploded - again. No wonder beer gives you wicked gas.

You'd think we'd be discouraged but we're not. What else are we going to do with all those empties? For the record, the redemption machines don't accept micro brewery bottles. It's very annoying.

But we're optimistic. Or stubborn - which ever fits the phrase,"When the world gives you empties - make home brew."

And, "When your home brew explodes - make sure the Lego table bins are closed."

Otherwise, it's like finding a glass shard in a plastic stack.

600 pieces of connection