He also handed the thief a rabbit, several doves, and a whole seried of silk handkerchiefs tied end to end....

We went with "crotch" for the front and "butt" for the backside. Now she sometimes goes around proudly saying "my crotch! my butt!"

At least it's not "My Humps".....

ASSPICS! I demand asspics!

It is a fabulous day here, and I've had a fabulous day today. Yay.

Asspics always make me think of aspic, which I think we all should agree is unfortunate.

I just love having to walk someone through a windows application when I am not sitting in front of a pc and have never used said application. And yet, google and a little logic and I've done it.

I think every child takes at least one approach to naming parts that will result in parental...well, if not mortification, a good eyeroll. My nephew horrified his mom by declaring her "broken" because she didn't have a penis. This was shortly after he learned the word. Unfortunately, at that point, his understanding was simply absense=broken. Caused a dropped jaw or two. What a cute little....chauvinist?

Thankfully, that passed quickly.

Asspics always make me think of aspic, which I think we all should agree is unfortunate.

Nay! Never! In the immortal words of Destiny's Child:

I don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this
Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe

I shake my jelly at every chance
When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance
I'm hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have
Now let's cut a rug while we shake our....

Thanks to the new no smiling rules

Do they have "no eye rolling" rules? Because I need some way to stick it to The Man.

As far as airline stuff, I've thought for a while now that the current hell of air travel is such that an entrepreneur who could start a reasonably priced airline that was seriously old school airline - stylish steward/ess uniforms, legroom, service, meals - could really make some headway. People are sick to death of the way air travel is these days. I know that as poor as I am, there are times where I'd be willing to pay extra for more comfort.

I like tomato aspic!

Also, I totally smiled in my passport picture, and they still processed it.

Finally, I am sorry for your bad week, sara.

In Washington news, the Democratic National Committee not only develops a backbone, but also a sense of humor when it comes to its press releases:

Not to mention that Osama Bin Laden is still on the loose, sending us more videos than Netflix...

The Jasons is a really dry name for a semi-secret society of scientists that aid the government.

Thanks for the birthday wishes for Isaac, I promise to pass them along to him with many kisses attached. Poor weeble had stomach flu this weekend, so no cake until he's all better.

Oh, poor pumpkin!