Timelies. Despite a visit from the insomnia fairy last night, I'm surprisingly gronk free. In fact, I'm feeling better in several ways than I have in weeks. I guess the weekend in Maine did me some good. That, and vibing on the Patriot's continued stomping streak.
OTOH, I have to do a test plan walkthrough today at 3 and I am not looking forward to it.
I love her expression here. Babies & toddlers looking dubious = cuteness GOLD!
I like Matilda's expression in "Caketastrophe family tableau" -- like, "Mom, WTF?!? I've *seen* cake in my short life, and THIS is not cake!"
But, the thing is, that isn't even true. The only other cake she's seen is Emmett's cake, and it looked exactly the same. She cannot possibly know that cake doesn't actually look like this -- unless she has a shining Platonic vision deep in her soul of that shimmering Cake that is the perfect fruition of everything toward which mere earthly cakes are striving.
Which may in fact be the case.
Which may in fact be the case.
Heh. You need to take a graphics program and draw a little Matilda thought-bubble with a shimmering cake in it....
Curse my flickr-blocked existence!
It's OK to kill a coworker if they set their phone's ringtone to the Chicken Dance, right?
After you kill the phone.