Friday, May 11, 2012

And Now for Something Completely Different

I don't have a good track record of supporting presidential candidates early on. Yeah, I backed John Edwards for a while, and Bill Bradley. I still think Bradley would have been a good president, which is why his new book is in the reading queue after the one I showed yesterday. Culture shock? Yeah, after the Bloggess, it will be.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Let's Pretend I'm Not Reading This

What I''m currently reading. It's hysterical but will offend anyone offended by the f-word ... or most other profanity. Fortunately, I am not. Did I say that this book is hysterical? It is. Really. Even that parts that may or may not have happened.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Just Hanging Around

While we were away, the kid hung our three replica swords on the upstairs wall. One can never have too many swords hanging around, I say. There are still plenty of swords in the downstairs just in case they're needed. One can never have too many swords period.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

In Case of Need, Open Carefully

What's better than chocolate bunnies? Chocolate wombats! When it comes time to open these babies, it will be done with great care to preserve the foil wombat wrappers. Note that I said "when" not "if." There will be a time when the contents are needed; it's just not yet.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Smoothies!

I'm going to Tropical Smoothie Cafe for lunch, but somehow want a smoothie for breakfast, too. My homemade ones are simple--fruit, plain yogurt, a bit of splenda, and Mr. Blender. Not at all fancy but simply satisfying.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

New Best Friend

Before I could get over jet lag, the coffee maker breathed its last. This is the replacement, chosen for the thermal carafe and for the way water gets added--no pouring! I go through phases of meaning to decrease the amount of caffeine I consume, but they usually don't last for long. The t-shirt showing people worshiping the coffee maker would be relevant here.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Walkies!

Biscuit does like having her "secondary human" back and gullible enough to fall for the "I need an extra walk" routine. For a 13-year-old dog, she certainly has her energy, and if the extra walks keep mine up, all the better.