Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy  Thanksgiving to all who celebrate it, and to anyone who follows this blog!

When we were six...

When I was little my sisters and I loved playing with the Little Tykes car and old fashioned gas pump at my great aunt and uncle's house. We would take turns commanding the had pump and car. One time I was peddling the car around to my sister, and she decided to change the price.

I don't remember exactly what happened, but the conversation probably went like this:

"You have to pay five million dollars!"

"Why???!!"

"Um, cuz... I'm the gas station person. That's why!"

"No oooo! I refuse!"

"You can't! You gots to have gas!"

And then I yelled that I had no need for gas and scooted away as fast as my chubby little legs could take me, with Erin in close pursuit.

The World Optic

This band. I'm a big fan of The World Optic. They've only got a few songs right now, but they spying really good.

And I'm engaged to the bass player, which is pretty sort of marvelous.

So I had this weird dream...

I dreamed my fiance ordered me a puppy... From Amazon. Because that's where puppies come from? Anyway, when the puppy arrived it turned out to be not a puppy at all, but a tiny goat. We thought it was really cute... Until it had glowing red eyes and chased us thorough a hay field.

Moral of the story, don't get demonic red-eyed goats as pets.