you never know.

Sister Cruise In 6 Days. Celebrate.
On another note, I couldn't care less for change.

Unless, of course, it was the kind of 25 cent change that you can spend wisely at the bubblegum kiosk as you walk towards your ride after closing shift and you feed it to the machine that gives you two (2!) very very cherry bubblegums for the price of one. That is the change I enjoy most.

Life Lately

I noticed a few hours ago that I've been saying dash it a lot lately. Please know that if you ever hear me say this 5x fast that I am not swearing. Even if it sounds like it. Thank you. I've only cussed twice in my life and never plan on doing it again. Unless kidnapped.



Also, I'm excited for Louie Roui Lou to move home. She will be good person to keep in the basement. I always find I feel more at ease knowing that there are a couple reliable people stashed down there. Gma doesn't appreciate being stashed anywhere so this will be a nice change.

Boy do I miss calling her Gma.

p.s. my package is shipped and I'm so thrilled that I keep checking it's unchanged location status 67x a day. At minimum. I hate it when those things show up unannounced on our cob-webby doorstep.
I sometimes like to think that the emotion I get when discovering those unannounced packages must be similar to the feeling some people have when discovering their unannounced and Southern 2nd-cousins on the doorstep.

And they don't even come baring wonderful new Shea butters and exfoliating creams.

Current Best

love this lady.




The top remix is fantastic as well.

While we're on the topic, watch Fantastic Mr. Fox. Especially if you're under the weather.

Anything that starts with the Davy Crockett theme song is clearly a true winner.

p.s I love Lois.

P.P.S.

this is the best thing I've seen in a long time (discounting CWACOM)



This reminds me of you Maria.

P.S.

I really really want to plant a currant bush this year. I always dream huge about how I'm going to become a master gardener (or at least not complain about gardening) every March. Well this year it will*** happen. Currants remind me of summers growing up. They were always my favorite thing in the garden. I don't even remember if I liked then or not.






I just know they remind me of The Sound of Music, when the kids make up a story about picking berries to their dad.






More importantly it reminds me of my best friend and the fact that our old currant bush is her favorite too.






And yes that's a weird cropping job and yes I have no clue how to work iPhoto and how to undo the terrible mistakes it causes you to make.