Forget Spring

My daughter dressed herself yesterday morning. Despite the fact that it snowed the day before, something tells me she's ready for summer...

Spooky Resemblance

This was one of our family's first cats, Spooky.



And here is my beloved kitty Turbo.



Noticing a pattern here?

Now We Need a Bawdy Shot

So it turns out that William Shakespeare might not have been the garden gnome we thought he was. Judging by this newly revealed portrait, he was actually kind of hot. Not Joseph Fiennes hot, of course, but still not bad.

Fun time-waster for the day: Shakespearean Insult Generator

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind." ---A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act I, Scene I

Dad

My father passed away seven years ago today. There are no words to describe how much we miss you, Dad. So here are some pictures...

Butt, Head

I have been ill since Thursday night. Even as recently as last night, I spent most of my evening on the toilet, liquefying my assets, as I believe Phyllis Diller once described it.

This morning, my daughter woke up a bit earlier than normal. I brought her into my bedroom and proceeded to change her out of her diaper. She looked at me sympathetically, and then she spoke:

"I'm so sorry you're sick in your head."

What? I thought. Which of my imaginary friends have you been talking to??

Violet seemed to reconsider her statement, and then corrected herself: "I'm sorry you're sick in your butt."

Ignoring my aching stomach for the first time in days, I laughed...

Sodiyummy Goop

In honor of my mother, I have created a poll regarding our last near-attempt at making Salisbury steak. I hope popular vote may finally settle this months-old debate.

Is there cream of mushroom soup left in this house?
	No way, Jose.
	It was last seen next to the dead Grape Nuts.
	There's probably something resembling COM soup in the back of the fridge...
	Absolutely. With faith, all things are possible.
pollcode.com free polls

Just one of the interesting items I found at Dave Barry's blog...

Notes from the Uninspired Slacker

If you ever stop by this blog, you've no doubt noticed how incredibly infrequent my posts have been these last few months.

It seems that as soon as I adjusted to living here, it was time to prepare for my husband to come home. Now, he has one week left on his midtour before they ship him back across the world for another half-year (read: ETERNITY).

I have a feeling that writing drivel will somehow help me maintain my already tenuous connections to sanity. I also plan to update the film blog more often as well, because the signs are clear, and it seems that I will never amount to anything more than a big, fat entertainment whore.

For now, I'm going to finish my coffee, and silently dread my husband's departure.

(Furrows brow).