In the past few days I have...
1. Declared that the dishwasher was starting on its own because "we have a dishwasher demon."
2. Told Ashley that if government officials were listening in on our international calls, it wasn't because they thought we were into international drug trafficking or terrorism, but because we are probably pawns in the impending apocalypse.
3. Posted a comment on this post in all seriousness, and then realized that it sounded completely bizarre when out of the context of my head.
4. Decided that a particular person's online success probably had to do with the fact that they were serving a devil demon from another dimension.
5. Contemplated whether I should follow Sally's lead* in getting a life, or become The Bloggess's minion. Should I choose to become a minion, I promise to call Jenny Glorificus and tag this post "posts that people who don't love Joss Whedon won't get."
*in the comments


Have you seen Happy Go Lucky?



After reading the
Look at the cute little monsters I won in Gretchen's virtual garage sale! They live on my desk here at work, along with a magic eight ball I got at a white elephant party, a giant dice that came out of a Christmas cracker in Wales, a pair of rocks from Seattle, a tiny Eiffel Tower statue, and a little calender from Florence. These mini terrors are so cute, and I like to think that they add a sense of other worldy-ness to a wordly collection of silly treasures. : )





