in case you were wondering...

Yes...I do love new socks.

and also you might want to see some pics of my sister and new brother

Congrats, you crazy kids.

signs that things have gone too far

I try to answer truthfully when people ask how i am.
I spend more than five minutes a day comparing the merits of varying cable news networks
kroger-brand
I have to use portions of my brain to try to decide which dvd player is less broken
my job is copying numbers by hand
billy mays
I might have to shovel snow on Easter
the major political parties lately seem to have more in common with religious cults than with schools of philosophy
I forgot how funny Bubble Boy is
Cheney
puppies
the warm comfort of Hebrews 12:6
filigree
Lord Byron
buying factory direct
Army surplus
arugala

Crap is the new gold

SO inappropriate

messy-potamia

So we seem to be suddenly enroilled in a cleanliness quagmire. It all started with the canine committee (representatives from Indiana and Delaware) "passing" an "authorization bill" on the couch. This was earlier this morning and I am at least glad that the pup did not try to "table" the measure.
We seemed to have actionable intelligence on the "stock pile of missiles" and immediately deployed the unmanned spot bot to combat the mess under the theory that "if I don't clean it up there (the couch) I will surely have to clean it up here (my hands and clothes)." It seemed that the mission had been accomplished: the couch was again safe for democracy (sitting on) and some of those involved were captures and detained briefly.

We could not have known at the time that the couch was couched in a conspiracy of untidiness that would last well into the night. One of the dogs exploded a pen and we agreed that the best course of action was a surge in our housekeeping forces. Initially the surge seemed to be working and then one of the dogs got into the green zone and attacked a bystander with a "spew-a-cide bomb," leaving at least one civilian nearby covered in puppy puke. Luckily the spot bot was already on the scene and reaction was immediate. Recent reports indicate that a can of store-brand diet orange soda may have been involved with yet another couch decleanification. All we can say for sure is that the spot bot will not be put away any time soon.

Meg is 21!

And happy birthday to mom as well

which goes first?

the salad or the pasta?
the milk or the eggs?
the bread or the chips?
the eyes or the mind?
the brakes or the radiator?
the cable or the internet?
the phone lines or the powerlines?
the beer or the punch?
the light bulb or the candle?
the dynasty or the legacy?

and now here is the kung fu infant: