What? You think that luxuriant beard just happens? Obviously temperamentally he’s a Hobbit, but Hobbits rarely get to practice their french-braiding skills.
This one happened because my awesome friends C and V brought back an illustrated pamphlet of ancient Mayan sex positions from a recent cruise, and some of the drawings were … Continue reading
The best gift of all – the gift of herself. Manic Pixie Otter is not hurting for self-esteem. By the way, Charlie’s way better already! Hooray! Now I can get … Continue reading
I blame you, festival of fried foods gambling lights! I know, I know — that’s a huuuuge dreidel. I think we can all assume that scale is not so much … Continue reading
Sad trombone. Also, my kitty has a cold, and I know, I know, it’s just sneezing, it’s fine. He ate his breakfast as usual, and we just last Friday saw … Continue reading
I was in a mood yesterday. What can I say? Oh, right, this: He looks awfully cheery, doesn’t he? I totally got the dry-erase-mustache-on-cone-of-shame idea from the Bloggess, and, while … Continue reading
Teehee. Cone of shame. Just wait till tomorrow! Speaking of shame, we’re having a leetle bit of family drama right now chez moi, which I’m absolutely not going … Continue reading
So, I’ve been working on the railroad rebuilding my portfolio website, and I got to the part where I’m supposed to upload a photo of me, and eugh. I always … Continue reading