I have fleas.
The cats are infested, and they are bringing the hopping little bastards into my house. Now I have them. I can feel them on my scalp and I have little bite marks that itch. Even if I don’t actually have fleas (and I do), it doesn’t matter because I think I have them and it’s making me crazy. We ordered advantage over the internet so once we get the package, the cats are getting their medicine. And if it works, I may take some, too. I’ll just have to make sure not to lick it all off and remember not to let anyone pet me for the next 30 minutes.
Fresh, electromagnetic air.
Is it unhealthy for me to eat lunch at this park? Because I do, and I tell myself that I am getting some sun and fresh air during my lunchbreak. Looking at this picture, it’s hard not to think that there’s a lot of electricity flowing right above my head.
Hello, Aunt Terry.
We visited Aunt Terry this weekend. Even though she lives in Orange County, the plant on the left is actually a lemon tree. Try not to be too disappointed.
Wish You Were Here.
We visited Kerri and Heather (who flew in from Denver) in San Diego this weekend. This caption is funny because we’re standing in front of Carl and Sharon’s house in Carlsbad, and they are not home. We took this picture to prove that we stopped by and that we would have been happy to visit if our schedules had worked out. We also visited Aunt Terry, who was home.
Behold: the Tiki God of Gelatin!
Last night, we knelt before the mighty altar of the glorious Tiki God of Alcoholic Gelatin. He is a merciful and benevolent diety, who bestowed his glory upon us in many flavors: Pina Colada, Strawberry Daquiri, South Seas Shimmy, and even the elusive Cappucino. If you like gods that are cool and know how to jiggle, this is the Tiki God for you.
