Before and After

I saw this in Longs, and HAD to get it for my husband for Valentine's Day. :)



Awwwww. :) Very cute, huh?

My husband found these for me!!!



Yes, those are Orchids. Aren't they incredible?

Heh. I think I'd better read up on how to keep these babies alive!!! :)

Makes me think about the Orchids in the movie "Secretary". Hee-hee. ;)

Husband got to see the stuffed shepherd. I placed it on the back of the couch, where he would see it. I figured it would be safe there... but he and I both got distracted, and forgot about our LIVE shepherds.

Here's the After shots. :(





We have yet to find it's nose.

We figure it will come out in the Cycle of Poo.

What's wrong with this picture?

See this picture?



What's wrong with it? Other than the fact that two good friend's like Zoidberg (spelling?) and Fry shouldn't be fighting... And that it's pretty amazing that Fry is able to function in spite of the agony he should be in, having just had his arm cut off. And that there's not alot of blood everywhere. Other than all those things.

Here, I'll give you a closer look:

How...

Husband asked me a spelling question. He should know better. ;)

"How do you spell ignorant?"

"S T U P I ..."

OCD, OCD, OCD

OCD is firing pretty hard today. Ghrrrrr...

I went to Orchard Supply Hardware to pick up some of those cool, high-lumen/low-wattage light bulbs. We're already using them all over the house, and I wanted to use them in 2 lamps in my shared office at work.

So, 2 light bulbs in hand, (looking mysteriously like curly fries to my weird brain), I happen to wander by the gardening area.

Ooooh. Sharp objects. Shears. Things that can destroy those plants that fight me in the yard. Like that evil, really thick bushy weed-monster that I had to fight when removing/trimming back the plant life against the house, in preparation for the great Termite Tenting of 2007.

I browsed everything, and came to the object that most closely resembled what I had deeply wished I'd had during my former battle with the bush:

A machete.

I'd wished I'd had a light-saber at the time of the great battle. But a machete... PERFECT.

In case I had to do battle with another future fiendish foliage, I grabbed a machete and, foaming at the mouth with glee, headed for the cash register.

Then the OCD hit. Ok, and then the OCD, already high today, made itself more obviously apparent:

I'm standing in line at the register... holding a very dangerous instrument... the sort of thing that people are often known to use to murder their spouses.

Whereupon I'm confronted by two lovely and ridiculous OCD thought-threads:
1. What if I go crazy and kill my husband with this machete???? Maybe I shouldn't get it...
2. What if everyone here thinks I'm only getting this machete to do something evil, like kill my husband?

I explain to the cashier, in strange detail, that I'm getting this machete in case I have yet another gargantuan garden growth to fight in the future, like the one I most recently fought. The one I fought stupidly, with lots of sharp but inadequate objects, and lots of brute force, instead of using the smarter tool known as the chain-saw. Which, yes, we have one of.

The cashier is amused by the tale. Nevertheless, I can't help but feel, as I'm walking to the car, that she's just thinking: "Wow, what an elaborate cover-up story to keep me from believing that she's killing her husband later."

Chips

"While I'm at Vons getting your sandwich, is there anything else you'd like me to pick up?"

"Uhm, no.... Wait, get some chips."

"What kind of chips?"

"Good chips."

"And this month's favorite chips are?"

"Chips that don't suck."