I think this captures me, and Steve’s normal reaction to me, pretty darn well!

You can make your own South Park character here.

With thanks to Meg of blogcabin for the link!

My husband is none too fond of my poetry, but he has decided to give a copy of pseudophakia to his niece for her birthday. I think that’s as close to a thumbs up as I’m gonna get!

But I really want this cd.

Steve would probably go back to Kentucky if I played it, though.

Apparently the Jeep being gone is a signal to park in my driveway. Today is the village’s 4th of July celebration just a ways down the hill, so parking is always a problem. My driveway!

I’m calling a tow truck. This is ridiculous.

If someone suggests it to you, simply say no thanks and walk on by. After walking on by, turn around and suckerpunch the sadist.

I have a bump the size of a certain poet’s ego on my head and you wouldn’t believe how many fingers I’ve got. Dozens. Orson isn’t sorry, either. What he doesn’t know is that the last cat who made me fall down the stairs got given away and had to go live in a house with a great big dog. Just you wait, ornery Orson. Just you wait. You’ll be sorry but your tears will be too late. Please be kind enough to imagine that sung, and in a broad Cockney accent. Thanks.