My binging on procedurals (Criminal Minds passed, Cold Case did not) has given me a goal. I want to be an autopsied corpse. Not one who has to do any acting--I just want to get made up and lie there all eviscerated.

I so read that wrong at first.

Headline of the day (*not* from the Onion):

Republicans Vote Against Moms; No Word Yet on Puppies, Kittens

sara, that's the cutest bat skull EVER. Also love the pics of the kids further back in the photostream.

I need to get dressed, but the only pair of pants that fit (staring balefully a them) need to be hemmed by about 5 inches.

GR. ARGH.

well we were supposed to leave to see friends at 10:30, but my ride is running late. I hope he gets here soon.

I will clean until then, I guess.

What did you end up wearing, msbelle?

We were going to pancake breakfast at the fire station since it's Fire Service Day, but Noah decided to go back to bed.

Special for Hil -- Pose #3 I've actually done in Yoga! I think it's called Frog pose, and is indeed a runner-up to the handstand. IIRC, the key is to get your butt high enough that your center of balance is right in the center triangle between hands and head, and also you rest/support the inside of your knees approximately on the outside of your elbows. You run up to it by getting arms, shoulders and head into the right position, then jumping your legs and butt up -- it looks hysterical when it's a class of yoga students doing it, which is why I mostly keep my head down and don't look.

Now I want to go back to yoga.

I have bread rising and stock simmering. Very domestic! The stock is mostly veggie, but I had one chicken breast bone in the freezer. I hope the stock comes out good -- I've never been happy with stock I've made at home, but I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong. We'll see -- worst case scenario, I use canned broth to make the planned broccoli soup.

Is there a French exclamation roughly equivalent to "Oh, what the hell," only a little more polite? Like, something a gentleman would say in front of ladies he respects. The context is that he's agreeing to a somewhat reckless plan.

The only thing that comes to mind is something involving "pourquoi pas?" I thought there had to be something else, but when I googled both phrases it came up a lot as a translation. The form would be:
"Alors, pourquoi pas?" or "Après tout, pourquoi pas?"

If that seems too mild, you could make it stronger (and 19th century sounding), by adding something like:
"Nom de diable, pourquoi pas?"
but I don't know about the relative gentlemanliness of using that expression in front of women.

Perkins, no, this is the same New Gal I got last fall. I'd been leaving her out of her crate more often lately, but yesterday I noticed a suspicious yellowish stain on the living room carpet... So, we're back to crating when alone in the house.

Might have something to do with not leaving her lots of water while I'm out.

I just heard Adam Savage on Wait Wait answering questions about Bram Stoker. Perfect buffista moment y/n?