attack of the sillies
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minty kitty

December 31st, 2011

The cat likes peppermint schnapps. o.O??!


December 29th, 2011

Pay attention to how many times you see Nathan Fillion as the camera pans around.

opposite day

December 29th, 2011

Andrew has this thing where he purses his lips and sucks in air, at which point I also purse my lips and walk closer and closer, until we’re close enough to smooch. Last night, he inhaled… and I stepped back. The Slovak scowl appeared on his face, and he inhaled again, and I stepped back further.

Questioningly, he blew air out a little and I sidled closer. He blew long enough for me to arrive in his lap for a kiss.

I then giggled in his ear, “This skirt is making my aerodynamics all wonky.”

He chuckled outright. “That needs to go on Facebook.”

So there you are.

suggestive appetite

December 25th, 2011

Why is it, whenever I go to the kitchen to make something to eat or drink, everyone else has the same idea and crowds me out? rofl

tastes like burning

December 24th, 2011

Who the heck thought putting mint in organic chapstick would be a good idea? “Mmm, lip balm for my cracked, dry lips–what is that tingling? Oh dear lord, it tastes like burning! AHH!” Welcome to my morning.


December 24th, 2011

Deep thought #912: Why is it that the word “monosyllable” isn’t?

he needs boxhab

December 23rd, 2011

The cat tried to jump into the recently vacated Hickory Farms box, only to find it was too small. His ass and back legs dangled in the air for about ten seconds as he tried valiantly to salvage what was left of his ego, eventually uprighted himself, and sat there, ears flat, before giving up and hopping out. Chris was there to witness the feat, and we both cracked up. He’s still hopping in and out, trying to fit.

wait, what?

December 19th, 2011

I got home way early the other day from work. Andrew was sleeping as his shift started when mine was scheduled to end. I curled up around his back as he lay on his side. He woke up. “Hmm, this is nice.” And then his brain caught up to his mouth. “HEY, wait a minute?! Why are you here?!” *snickers*

no yolk

December 14th, 2011

I came across a Christmas song called “Gentle Mary Laid Her Child”. I have this mental image of an egg in a manger. o.O

slap happy

December 12th, 2011

This guy is a musician and a professional. He just got very slap-happy one night in the recording booth. Not recommended for the hearing-sensitive. By the second chorus I’m usually on the floor howling in laughter and horror.