It's Tuesday. Time to put on your random cap and join us in the land of thoughts that can't be organized (it's like a bad hair day for your brain). Read on, then follow the link above to Keely's world.
Those of you who recognize the song in the title bar are my friends. The rest of you, go home. No, no, stay. PB made me feel old for knowing a Lynard Skynard song, though. I'm resentful. We'll get over it, though, and tell you what it means. We have a stripey friend visiting us at the moment. The stinky kind. We think he's under the porch. Mind you, we spent all day Sunday looking for the source of "the smell". From inside it smells kind of like an electrical fire (that burning rubber smell). We were a little worried. When my in-laws showed up to help, though, they immediately knew what it was (stop laughing- yes, we do always call my MIL and FIL when we're in trouble. It's what kids do!) We thought of sending LG out to the porch to toddle around in his not so quiet way and scare the little guy off. Then we realized what would happen if LG caught sight of the new friend. "Kitty!" Yeah, bad idea. Anyone who has suggestion for kindly making the new inhabitant move on, please share.
If you want more news about the waffle shortage, here's the ABC story on it... It's really quite traumatic.
I finally snapped a picture of o smiling. I imagine it must require a lot of facial muscle strength to get those chubby cheeks to move! Yup, he's definitely smuggling marshmallows in his cheeks in this one.
And LG was tapping into his inner redneck this weekend.
Sporting just his onsie and his John Deere hat, he was ready for the Monster Truck rally. I gave up putting his pants and shirt back on after the 3rd try. It's going to be a long winter, I'm afraid.
I keep reading in other people's blogs the "Google" search terms that lead people to their blog. It's kind of scary stuff. But it makes me wonder how people google onto my site. Anyone who can share the secret to finding out your google hits, please share.
PB and I had an interesting debate the other day. It was the evening that Oprah interviewed the woman who had her face mauled by the chimpanzee. PB doesn't think this woman needs a face transplant. If surgery can help her eat and breathe, he thinks a transplant would be cosmetic surgery. I don't agree. I think she needs it to resume a semblance of a normal life. It's like a kidney transplant. You could live on dialysis with bad kidneys for a long time. But with a transplant you resume some semblance of a normal life. Same thing with a new face.
Anyhow, time go get back to the grindstone. Have a good one folks!