Cheeses Crisis, Part One

I think the title of this blog post is one of the best I've ever come up with.  You can't see it, but I'm patting myself on my back.  My arm hurts.  Which I guess is what they mean when they say we have to suffer for our art.

Days of Future Pasteurized

I think Older Daughter is hoping that her cheese conversation with Jimmy Fallon will become like Paul Rudd's recurring Mac and Me bit with Conan.

Cheeses Crisis, Part Two

I'm having a pillow embroidered with our new family motto, "Always Lead With the Cheese."  Only, in Latin. You know, to keep it classy.

Little Casual Tuesdays (It's a New Thing)

I'd like to thank the Canadian website for the TD Summer Reading Club (whatever that is) for helping me learn how to draw a mouse.

Also, I'm pretty sure I should SUE that website, since the little hook feet and the pitchfork hands they recommend for their mouse drawings are just a bit too similar to the stick figures of a certain Artist of the Awful.

The Fine Art of Falling Apart

Mysterious Bruising Condition, or MBC, affects ones--perehaps tens--of Americans each year.  If you or a loved one finds strange horribly colored contusions appearing on your skin seemingly at random on a regular basis, consult your spouse immediately.