That was awesome. I'm closing my window.

Great. We are so fucked! We live in front of a cemetery. We have frequent visits from turkeys (you ever seen Thankskilling?). Aaaaand we have an owl out in the woods somewhere. I can hear him all the time.

I'll be expecting an invitation. Hee hee.

I hate to see somebody disappointed over a misread headline. For your viewing pleasure, a wedding taco bar and wedding taco appetizers.

Clearly, you've never owned a male Cocker Spaniel. Pillows, legs, even drapes. Got him fixed then it was just my first husband. He'd sneak up behind him, put his front legs around his neck, and hump the back of his head or just chase him around our apartment trying to grab a leg. He'd only hump my ex. Go figure. …

My husband does a flawless Carl. I'm not going to lie, his love for ATHF is one of the reasons I married him.

We got a lot of compliments on these. I cried when I saw them for the first time. They were so lovingly drawn and all that.

We haven't gotten these yet, but this is from our wedding invitation that my husband illustrated and designed. Obviously, he'll get the lobster groom and I'll get the lobster bride.

Same with me and my husband. We wear our weird with pride.

WARNING!!!!!!!! WARNING!!!!!

Hand Banana from Aqua Teen Hunger Force.

My husband and I were watching TV the other night and groaned at the use of a Pixies song in a car ad. My husband shrugged his shoulders and commented that the target audience is obviously the middle class. Followed by, we are the middle class. Holy shit! He's right. Middle class, middle age...sigh.

Fair enough and a good point. I was actually thinking specifically of the many college related stories related to racism that have been in the headlines lately. Most of which occurred in the South.

There are no words. As a Virginia native it pains me to see this happen at all let alone in my home state. Virginia can tout itself as a Mid-Atlantic state to try and distance itself from the more negatively viewed South, but get real. Own it and stomp this shit out. Be the example not the stereotype.

I first discovered formaldehyde in beauty products because the guy I was dating was nice to look at until he opened his mouth. I called him the Talking Johnny Doll. He was droning on and on about some "art project" so I just started picking up random things and reading them including the label on his Dippity Do. …

I'm guessing this is one of those offensive hoop skirts. This photo was taken in 1860.

Oh yeah! Bingo.

I should have said that variations of full skirts had been a fairly consistent fashion staple for hundreds of years whether it be by crinolines, farthingales, petticoats, bustles, cages, etc. Not that it matters. A style of dress still does not equal a racist.

My husband hates me because I grocery shop like I'm on crack. I'm disorganized, have to go back for things I forgot, racing through the aisles because I hate grocery shopping, and I have trouble deciding on which of what I want to buy if there are too many choices. It drives him bazonkers.

I was thinking Howard Stern, but Bill Nighy works just as well.