I’m so far behind the blogging curve, and cannot even begin to organize a proper update, so instead, Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate!
Three bizarre Max-isms from the morning:
(Overheard while in the shower)
MooOOOOoom! MOM! Do beatles have teeth? Do they have to floss? What if they eat poop?
Oh, MOooOOOm. Are you out of the shower yet? MOM!MOM!MOM!MOM!…Anyway, Mom. How do cars drive on the Silk Road?
He has been awake since 4:30, anticipating Thanksgiving. I’m glad he does not believe in Santa Claus, because I can only imagine the havoc waiting for the old fat guy would bring.
I’m safe though, Because Max apparently celebrates his own Judeo-Christian holiday.
According to Max, Knishmas is celebrated this coming Tuesday. I think I can manage.
For now? We’re off for a walk around Somerville to find the Great Wild Turkey.* Hopefully the kind in a glass bottle.
*You know. Like looking for leprechauns or the gold at the end of the rainbow or any other holiday tradition devised by desperate mothers.
No matter how annoying your virtual husband’s quirks are–say he leaves his socks scattered around cyberspace or stays up late fondling his mouse and ignores you– do not murder him in Second Life, or like this woman in Japan, you could find yourself jailed for killing his avatar.
Make sense? Didn’t to me either.
Well, almost nothing.
I’m offering free shipping worldwide, October 15th and 16th, on all listed items in my Etsy shop.
Sorry to be all viral spambot and add to the roaring din of self promotion on the internet. I noticed a few of you have marked items in my shop as a favorites, so wanted to give a heads up.
Two nice surprises were waiting for me this morning when I powered up my MacBook after putting the coffee filter in assbackwards and spilling grounds into the brew.
Jessica of Oh, The Joys passed along a September ROFL Award in honor of Max rocking the cat’s balls.
Thank you, Jessica! As soon as I hit publish, I’m going to stop listening to Diamonds and Rust and visit some of the other awardees.
In other happy news, the image below cracked the daily 500 of Flickr’s Explore at #247.
I hope you’re all well. I’m sorry again for being such an absent blogger and reader these past few months. My groove is just gone, and Facebook and Flickr are so much easier and less given to self-indulgent introspection and vulnerability.
See? Something about this text box makes me all maudlin and heavy. Go read something FUNNY!
This morning, while driving to school in the rain, enjoying a hit of classic Clash, Max’s Ernie-esque giggle rose above the music as he chimed in with
……Rock the CAT’S BALLS….Rock the Cat’s balls!
When I pointed out the correct lyrics, and pleaded with him not to sing about feline testes in school, he began to wail…..
Sharif don’t like it…..Rock the cat’s paw! Rock the cat’s paw.
I warned his teacher that he was full of it this morning.
In my son’s playroom…..
For running a travel article promoting the Best hotels for an affair ?
And more specifically, what the fuck is wrong with the author, Danielle Pergament, for making light of wandering husbands and wives plotting their spouses deaths?
Built in 1845, it’s the kind of house you duck into, wearing a hat and maybe those short little gloves, to rush into your lover’s arms and plot your spouse’s untimely death.
Extramarital fun, my ass.
Most disturbingly, she seems from her website to be a serious journalist, with enviable clips. Why on earth would she need to stoop so low to garner attention and hits? There is nothing remotely cute or funny about infidelity, Danielle. Nothing.
I’d write more, but I’m not sure WordPress or your readers can handle the combination of expletives racing through my mind at the moment.