You know what's unexpectedly funny?

When you are trying to explain Fun Dip candy to a co-worker who is standing in your office, so you Google "Fun Dip Candy", and click on the first image that comes up, which turns out to be this [link]

(may not be completely work safe)

I am on board, Cash, with yoga tonight! I think I'll go again tomorrow. Today was especially lovely as I got to practice with someone I hadn't seen in a while.

I, for one, will welcome our tiny, adorable, cephalopod overlords.

What Cash said.

Wait, Fun Dip is the same thing as Lik-M-Aid? I would have thought they were competitors....

Oh, ha ha. No wonder it still felt hot in here. I left a burner on. @@

I guess so, originally.

Cross-post with Tech, please forgive the interruption, but I need quick help with Skype on a Mac. I can see my client, and I can see me in the video screen, but she cannot see me. Is there something I can tell her to do?

I have always wanted a pet octopus to sit on the tip of my finger. No, it's true, ask H. Ever since he's known me that's been a true desire, once I heard there were octopi that small. Cyuuute!

H immigrated at age four, and was functually bilingual within weeks--he translated for his parents. He had a "yankee" accent (grew up in Philadelphia) when I met him, but decades in the south softened it. He's still bilingual, speaks Ukrainian when with his mom and brother, or they switch back and forth.

Friends when we were in Germany had a four-year-old who played with kids on the street, and by three weeks he was speaking colloquial German, indetectable that it wasn't his first language. He also slid fluidly from one to the other and had no detectable "other" accent in either one.

So I vote age four.

(I realize that was not the point of the story.)

I have always wanted a pet octopus to sit on the tip of my finger. No, it's true, ask H. Ever since he's known me that's been a true desire, once I heard there were octopi that small. Cyuuute!

Now I'm imagining you with the tiny octopus of your dreams playing teeny-tiny handclapping games and doing high fives with Emmett and the finger monkey of his dreams, and I'm dying of the imaginary cute.