Be wery quiet….
We’re hunting wabbit….
What’s up, Doc?
Heeeey…that’s not a wabbit!
Esme: Why are you always in my face?
Esme: Kiss it. Just kiss it!
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “I’m not sure what the Sweet Potato Queens guidelines say on this, but I do notice that the apology was not accompanied by a cupcake.”—Hippie Cahier
Instead of being a superhero, I’m considering being a hunter…like Sam and Dean in Supernatural. Maybe I could be their sidekick. And then one of them—I don’t care which one (60% Dean, 40% Sam)—would fall for me, and we could raise our own little pie-eating demon hunters.
I know not to take candy from strangers, but I would totally get in this van.
Although I’m an excellent pie eater, I suspect it will take more to impress them, so I decided to brush up on my supernatural knowledge through some movies: ParaNorman and Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.
I didn’t learn much from ParaNorman. Since it’s a cartoon, I don’t know how reliable of a source it is.
With all the Twilight hype, I thought it was important to get another vampire perspective. Plus Honest Abe was President. That makes him a credible source.
Ok, so I totally made up the “Time to die” part. You don’t have to say that, but you should.
Ozzy and I have finally reached an understanding in our relationship.
As long as I…
When Kiefer was gone, Ozzy and I have spent a lot of time together. A lot. Almost too much.
Just when I think I’m about to lose my patience (and my voice), he plops down beside me, puts his head in my lap, and licks my hand.
And then I forgive him for the 5 minutes earlier with him running around the house with undies swinging from his mouth and chanting, “Panties! Glorious panties!” (Yes, Ozzy can talk.)
Favorite Comment From Last Post: There were so many awesome comments on the last post that I can’t pick one. Go read all of them!
You probably heard that Kristen Stewart cheated on Robert Pattinson. You probably heard that Pattinson moved out of the house he was living in with Stewart.
But did you hear where he’s living now?
In my office.
Robert Pattinson’s disguise.
Or maybe it’s Batman incognito. Or Dracula. Or Bill Compton. The possibilities are endless.
Favorite Comment From the Last Post: “I used to be deathly afraid of aliens… like eyes-wide-open, staring at the ceiling and why are those damned shadows moving afraid. Luckily, now I’m married, and any aliens are going to have to get past my husband to get to me!!!! Oh… crap. It’s gonna be another sleepless night….”—Kim
I’d like to take this opportunity to make some of you feel old. I’m sorry.
Take comfort in the fact that some youngin’ will respond to this post with a comment like this: “Who?” And then I’ll feel old. Damn you, Karma.
I never watched the original Muppets movie. Because I wasn’t born yet. The only muppets I knew were the Muppet Babies…and any Muppet appearances on Sesame Street.
The only Animal I knew.
The Animal Kiefer grew up with.
To me, Jim Henson = Dark Crystal.
Over the weekend, Kiefer, Boo, Radley, and I watched The Muppets. Here’s what I learned:
Most importantly, I learned something about Kiefer. He knows the words to the Muppet theme song. Whoa.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Now you’ve got an excuse. If the scale is registering a little higher than you would like, it’s just over-spray buildup.”—Pegoleg
