I hope you are having a wonderful weekend. I'm sure I will suffer some sort of heat related injury before the holiday is through, but that's what the 4th is all about. Right?
Oh, the blog writing, she goes in cycles.
I am still here.
I'm just not very interesting, at the moment.
Here is a random photograph of me vacuuming, in 1978.
The vacuuming is NEVER over. Seriously.
I know, I know... You are soooo over Thanksgiving. The Christmas panic has begun. We can't go back now!
I will begin my month of angst-filled holiday posts soon.
For now, I bring you my Grandmother's turkey.
I'm not really here.
I'm there, eating turkey or drinking coffee. Pie might be involved. What time is it anyway? Don't worry, the rifle is strictly decorative and... enthusiastically screwed into the brick.
Inspiration has become scarce 'round these parts. So, I will let someone else entertain you.
I give you the venerable Robot Chicken. If you've had to read about giving that damn mouse a cookie one too many times, this will heal your mushy brain.
*Oh, and don't let the kiddos watch this, at least not the first time through.
I have been fighting the good fight against this demonic virus for nearly a week. On Tuesday, I thought I was getting better. Yesterday, I slowed down a bit and by days end my nose was totally non-functional. This morning I was jarred awake by the distinct sensation of a tiny Ninja Army hurling their throwing stars into my inner ear. As of this momemt, I cannot taste, smell or hear anything. I would not be a bit surprised if tomorrow I woke up blind.
I've been told that adults don't get ear infections. If this isn't an ear infection, then I must have a tumor. Or perhaps my brain is finally (and audibly) cracking up.
Heap your sympathies and ear ache remedies upon me gentle readers. Quick. At the rate I'm going I won't be able to read your comments much longer.
Actually, I'm sick and foggy and in no condition to entertain you. My latest post at Family Bliss will have to do until my ears pop open and I can begin to hear myself think.
The siren song of the internet called to me all afternoon, but my muse took the day off. I have nothing more interesting to offer you than my sudden and all consuming love of whipped, cinnamon, cream cheese. I will, therefore, let Violet do the entertaining. The muse NEVER leaves her.
Evening Entertainment from Kelly on Vimeo.
