Staying here on the beach at 20th high school reunion. Blogging via blackberry too challenging for my uncaffeinated self this morning.
I haven’t seen so much as a picture of John McCain in 24 hours.I feel better already.
Where is junglepete with my coffee?
He’s going to insist he should be let off the hook because he’s been out risking his life in the fakahatchee, but damnit man, I need coffee! And wifi. And maybe a banana-nut muffin, as long as you’re out…
Tonight we found a frog in the coffeepot. The coffeepot that had recently held hot coffee and had been, to the best of our knowledge, frogless.
Seriously creepy. Earlier in the evening, Husband and I were on our way to the mailbox when a pair of coyotes went trotting past us. That was a bit unnerving. A frog in the coffeepot? That’s a lot unnerving. Ick.
I know where to take Faith next time she visits.
I swiped that link from an email she sent me, Faith doesn’t have any sort of fish-eating flesh fetish. That I know of. This whole pregnancy thing has made her a little nuts and all, so who can tell. She’s even done some work for a Democrat. On purpose.
Poking the crazy Republican pregnant lady with a stick is a sure way to get my ass in trouble so I’d better knock it off. For now. I’ll call her later.
Andrea Plaid joined Culture Kitchen just in time to post the thought-provoking, “Oh look! Hipster bigotry manifests itself at the New Yorker.”
Yes, this impinges upon my self-declared Artomatic-free day ever-so slightly, but I can’t resist sharing. Plus, I wanted to try embedding a flickr video so this kills many birds with one stone: video embedding experiment, a chance to show off BritishInk’s fab Artomatic space, and images of Paul in Victorian Drag on the day he ended up chasing a guy down the street (after the guy hit a volunteer, long story).
Thanks for the video, Jack!