Spice Girl

I've been asked to inform you of an important problem with today's blog post:  we do not, in fact, in our house, use a pepper mill.  We actually use a pepper BUNNY.

That is all.

Web-based Programming

I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce "ribbon," the latest Identifying Mark of a Family Member (IMFM).  It is a forest-green ribbon from Harrod's in London to which Older Daughter seems inordinately attached.

Consider yourself deeply edified.

Tattwo

This is absolutely, true, by the way.  I went with him to the parlor when he had this done.

Armful Pictures...and a Few Words

A funny thing happened on the way to my blog today...

At some point, I may talk about why this happened, as my rather impressive Older Daughter has done on her blog.

But for now, I'll simply say it seemed like the thing to do.  And I like it.

With thanks to the Older Daughter and to Big Joe & Sons in Mohegan Lake.

Existential Blues (& Blacks & Reds & Grays, also with some Pink, Purple & Green)

How stupid is it that this guy doesn't know he's a cartoon?  Does he not see that his words come out in speech bubbles?  What a dope.

This said, I'd love to know who exactly keeps writing these ridiculous remarks at the end of each of my blog posts...

A Word With My Wife

I know sometimes what's going on in situations like this is that I know the word, but I'm messing with my wife.  But in this instance, for some unfathomable reason, I really just can't remember the strahz-bahz thing.  

I think it's that recent blow to the head I suffered.  Or else the recent blow to the head I suffered.

Milk Car-toons

Milkbelly is also the name of the fictional blues musician who plays songs in my head.

True story.

Sidekick Powers

It's sort of like I have an telepathic connection but only to the parts of people's brains that annoy them.  This would explain a lot about my relationships over the years.

Is My Face Flushed?

I suppose there's a certain logic in making a crown out of a piece of a throne...

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.