Loki is freaking possessed tonight. Roaring from one end of the apartment to the other.

Poor Mister Kitty. He just wants to be left alone by the little psycho. He's been talking ALL NIGHT. (I brought him home this morning.)

We have trees! In our front yard are five free trees that we ordered from LA Power--they have a cool program to get homeowners to plant trees, where you pick what you like and they deliver them to you with all kinds of info and stakes and stuff.. [link] We got an Australian Willow, Crepe Myrtle, Raywood Ash and Cuban Laurel. The Australian Willow is the centerpiece. Purty, drought-resistant and grows like a mofo. [link]

They mostly look like 6 foot sticks right now, but still--trees, trees in new places!

Neat, Scrappy!

Very cool!

My uncle just became my friend on Facebook. I'm not sure how I feel about this.

I can attest that sticks do, indeed, become lovely trees. I was gutted when the 40 foot oak in front of my house was felled for...no good reason that I could see, except that most of the trees on the street are reported to be diseased. And serious felling hazards.

The scrawny thing they replaced it with was no solace at all. But now, something like 5 or 6 years later, it is holding its leafy head up with pride.

eta: because I can't type for dirt this evening and 5 or 6 does not equal 56.

I. Am. GOBsmacked.

Either he was having a bad (but very nice to us) day, or he's done some est or something. I'd never have thunk it.

I'm not sure voiceover work on a cartoon requires all that much social interaction. But it does speak to having a good sense of humor about himself.

Yeah, I thought of that after I hit post.

Being in a booth with guys you like must be a lot like making a record. Still, I wish I could have seen the lighter side of Chuck. He really did seem like a sweetie.

Yay trees!

Also, Scrappy, if it's any consolation "Holiday Road" totally sounds like Lindsey Buckingham trying to do a Kenny Loggins song.

In other Scrappy news, and I think I've mentioned this before, but every time I see a picture of Ann Sheridan I'm vaguely haunted by the feeling that I knew her. And then I realize that she's reminding me of you.

Of course, you both have the Le Woof! factor.

Extremely random question: at Christian Sunday Schools or other religious schools, at what age do they explain the "virgin" part of "Virgin Mary"? I was just thinking about how some of the more "difficult" Jewish stories aren't introduced until a bit later -- like, I don't remember learning about the sacrifice of Isaac until third or fourth grade, and we'd learned lots of other stuff about Abraham and Isaac before that -- but Mary's virginity seems like both an important concept and like something that can't really be explained until the kids are much older.

Swear to god, even thinking about the angel ornament makes me teary. I can look at it and just smile and be really happy, but remembering my fingers curling around it inside the stocking? Whump.