This Exists.

Radio Silence

I know what your're thinking; SOPA and PIPA forced me off the internet because the blog is too "real."

Well fear not, the computer was just broken.

Now that I have internet access again, I'm going to be pumping out the same insightful witticisms you've grown to love.

.....but not today, that's all the creativity I've got.

Kindred Spirits

I finally find someone who loathes felines as much as I do. Then Ms. Oates turns this guy into a complete psycho. It's not fair. He tries to kill an annoying Persian, repeatedly, then his unsuspecting wife.

I guess I won't be looking for your facebook profile. 

Why can't there be a well adjusted, non-murderous, character who hates cats with a burning passion? My ilk are never represented in the media. I'm calling the ACLU. 

The Taco Famine of 2012 is Over

Since moving away from the Chicago-land area I have been mourning the loss of Chipolte. Casual Mexican dining is one of the joys of my life. Sadly there are no Chiplotes in this geographic area. But last week my sister took me to a place that is even better. 

Everything is made fresh on sight, in front of you, event the tortillas! The cooking staff sing while they craft burritos, taco salads, and quesadillas. They make their own salsa fresh daily. It is my heaven.

What I Saw at Walmart.

Having fun isn't hard...

This is the paperback exchange at my local library. It is 94% V.C. Andrews. 

Nothing I love more than books about incest! 

                               

                         Sigh. 

Sympathy for the Devil

The devil dog got a huge hunk of PB&J, confidently flung on the ground from the sticky hands of the one in the high chair. I managed to wrestle half of said bite out of the slobbering dog's mouth. I've decided that the hoover can wait in her kennel during the baby's scheduled meals. 

It's a Pillow and a Pet for God's sake.

Is it wrong that I am jealous of my niece because she has these flippin' sweet pillow pets? I want one! 

I'm not sure if this stems from my desire to buy everything "as seen on TV" or if it's because they're so cute and functional. 

Not like their evil cousins: 

What is that? Get me out? That's horrifying. 

Father Time Betrayed Me

I fell asleep at 10:30 on New Years Eve.

I guess it's time for that retirement home my grand kids keep telling me about.


Hooligans.