|It’s sideways. I know. But my computer is being crappy and won’t let me rotate it even though I’ve offered it cookies and jam. And to break it. Neither is gleaning a response.|
|Apparently, it worked. But her armpits smelled like movie theater popcorn for the rest of the night. Small price to pay, if you ask me.|
|What a pair of adorable cheeseheads! Am I right? Incidentally, those claw marks all over the cheesehead hat are from Evil Bitch Ethel, our cat, who likes to sleep in the “head goes here” portion.|
**UPDATE** We also have 101 followers! (Happy dancing is infinitely appropriate here.) And so, until the next person follows, you will all be referred to as my Dalmatians. I know, I know – all your wildest dreams have just come true.
*** ANOTHER UPDATE*** Carter tells me that I forgot to list something. So, in the interest of full disclosure, we also saw The Hobbit. It was good, though, as with all Peter Jackson movies, you are made to think that it’s the end of the movie like 7 times and then when it’s really the end you’re like, “WTF, man?!?!” But good. Visually stunning. Good casting, I thought. And as always, that great silver fox, Gandalf, dominated. You go, man.