* not with ink

From my brother-in-law, Lalo, who loves this dancing. I resisted the song based on the band's name. Buuuuuut, it is catchy. And these peeps have moves . (some mild profanity in the opening dialogue) Did you know that Salvador Dali and Walt Disney had plans for a short film? It was finished by some other people, and is kind of bizarre and kind of amazing. Law-breaking-video is viewable here . And because 7 million people have seen it and can testify to the cuteness, I give you CAT MOM HUGS BABY KITTEN! (baby kittens are so much cuter than non-baby kittens)

I wish this could be today's anthem (minus a line or two). Thanks to Heather for making sure I heard this tune. Now off to work I go (hi-ho, hi-ho) !

Sometimes my heart just swells up with love for my friends and I smile to myself and wish I could squeeze them endlessly and feed them dessert and reminisce about HOW GREAT IT IS THAT WE ARE FRIENDS. Tonight I mean you, Jackie. Laura. Aban. Nadine. Aimee. And now each of those names has me thinking about all the other friends we share who are equally great and I just. Want. To. Hug. The. World. (moods like this are rare and deserve to be recorded)

These are some of my peeps. Sa-Sa and Lalo (my brother referred to them as Slalo) I guess that would make them Jeeve or Stenn. Not sure which is better/worse.   And of course, the World's Cutest Niece and Nephew! Golly, I love them. Don't they all look good?* *The family not pictured here (JR, Mom & Dad) are also good-looking. They just haven't yet requested their very own photo shoots.

Yesterday I started writing a blog entry on my iPod. It was honest and sincere. But it was a bit of a rant. Possibly hurtful to some of my readers. Definitely open for misinterpretation. Then I accidentally deleted it. When I realized what I had done, I was annoyed - so much thought! So much time! But the second thought was, Perhaps this is for the best. Sometimes self-censorship is more difficult and humbling than honest vulnerability. I have a feeling that some of these ideas may still find their way here, but if they do, they will be softer, gentler forms of the same thoughts. Ones that have gone through the wringer of silence and passed the mantle of offline conversations first.

Today was endlessly amusing chez nous. (It was also endlessly frustrating, but more on that in an upcoming post. This is all about the laughter.) C: Do snakes poop? Me: Yes. All animals poop. If you eat, you poop. C: But where does it come out from? Me: They have a special hole just like we do. But I'm not sure where it is, because they don't have bums like we do. C: Do alligators poop? Crocodiles? Because they don't have bums either. Me: They poop out of a special hole like snakes do. C: But where is it? Me: I have no idea. (ten minutes later) C: Where do clementines come from? Me: They grow on trees! C: Where did you come from? Me: I grew inside my mommy. C: But how did you get all your parts? Me: Pardon? C: How did you get all your people parts? Me: Um. (five minutes later) C: I'm going to read your book! Me: Ok. C: But there aren't any pictures! Me: No, there aren't. C: But how can you read it t...

Walking home from work this afternoon in the rain, this song came on. I wanted to put away my umbrella and punch the air victoriously. But I hate being wet.