I have some ideas I’d like to run by you, about improving War and Peace: The Prince should be a vampire. We should add Jonathan Strange, this book needs a magician! All of the men should be women. All of the women should still be women. All of the swords should be cats. This way,… Read more »
I went to have lunch with my daughter at school, and as I was signing in, the secretary said, “Oh, great article on you!” “What?” “In the newspaper.” So, I dropped by the gas station and picked up a copy, and FRONT PAGE! THAT’S ME! I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, The Town of… Read more »
Today’s comic is Teresa Burritt’s ? Frog Applause:
This afternoon, my daughter and I played a friendly game of, Let’s Spread Out That Net We Found at the Dumps Today and See How Big It Is! For better or worse, we don’t have trash service. The up side is that we find treasures occasionally. I’ve been wanting some netting to prop up the… Read more »
I’ve been keeping the sheep in some flimsy, portable fencing during the day, and then going out before dark and herding them into more secure fencing for the night. This evening, while binge watching Parks and Recreation, I forgot to go outside and secure them before dark. I went out late, and the sheep were… Read more »
Image stolen from Retro-Revolution store in Madison.
Leslie and Ann Perkins are like the friendship I wish I ever had with… someone. They drink more than I do! Andy is more unrealistic about his career than I am! I will marry Ron. In my next life. When Parks and Rec is real and I am named Tammy. My daughter loves it so… Read more »
“Call me Ishmael,” he said. “It’s not my name, but call me Ishmael! Bwa ha!” He tooted the last part, a silly little laugh. He was a smallish guy. He looked like a cute little rat. Cute little middle aged chain smoking coffee drinking slightly perverted but clearly adorable, absurdly intelligent rat. The kind of… Read more »
Goose! Today’s comic is Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt. If you click on this, you can watch the goose move! I spent much of the day with my husband, taking apart our old washing machine. Also, Zanimal is at that point in fourth grade when they make you play the recorder. Also, GOOSE! Am I… Read more »
Yep, that dude recited a poem to us for like twenty hours (or maybe three minutes) while all we really wanted was to eat root beer float, but it was across the room… so close, Yet so out of reach. He was a stranger to us. A strange stranger. Determined to recite poetry To unwitting… Read more »
