attack of the sillies
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April 29th, 2011

Another damned forward:
In honor of the big wedding today, find your royal wedding guest name. Start with either Lord or Lady. Your first name is one of your grandparents’ names. Your surname is the name of your 1st pet, double-barreled with the name of the street you grew up on. Let’s do this! Post yours here. Then cut and paste it into your status.

Cordially Yours, Lady Bette Bozo Rural Route One.

o fortuna

April 29th, 2011

royal wedding
Not really, but wow, that hat… Poor Princess Beatrice. Poor Bib Fortuna.

Some of my comments:
Andrew just sauntered by, blinked, and said, “Oh, a cross between Cthulhu and a toilet seat…”

That is a most decorative commode cover, I must say…

I remarked to someone earlier, “Wow, those cheesy 80s movies depicting the future, full of crazy hats… it was true!”


April 27th, 2011

I like torturing my roommates with “Friday, Friday” variations often. I was thinking of one for Wednesday. “It’s humpday, humpday, gotta go down on hum–” Aaaand I figured that was enough for that.


April 27th, 2011

I’ve been watching the same flock of geese fly from north to south, south to north, north to east, east to northwest, and back to north for the past few hours. I think this funky cold weather has them confused as to what season it is, also. :)


April 26th, 2011

And now hubby is safely snoring in bed. I’m way too amused watching the blanket billow and fall with each breath.

and his sister Juniper

April 24th, 2011

What kind of sick person names their son Douglas Wood?

torturous song

April 22nd, 2011

Chris warned me, “No Rebecca Black!” So I swung my arms and sang, “It’s Saturday-eve, it’s Saturday-eve…”

clumsy genius

April 22nd, 2011

I am a brilliant inventor when I first wake up. This morning I invented the Rube Goldberg Facewasher. I knocked a cereal box off the fridge, which landed on the counter filled with empty soda bottles, which landed into the kitty water, knocking the bowl upside down and splashing me in the face in the process. A good day’s work, I say.


April 19th, 2011

Silly thought in the shower: I wonder, in the early 70s after this song premiered, if the police blotter logged more noise complaints about people repeatedly knocking three times on shared walls and ceilings. ;)

juniper beer

April 17th, 2011

I almost killed Andrew with the woody kill word again. We’re watching this feminine-sounding but very gruff gent describe a beer. “How does this feel in my mouth? Let’s thsee..” And Andrew lost it. I had to add, “It’s woody,” which made him stop breathing for a second. I’m glad he wasn’t drinking anything at the time.