Bring on the Starlight

Found via rainingdecember; sharing because it made me giggle. A lot.

Found via rainingdecember; sharing because it made me giggle. A lot.

Had to share this... found via Great White Snark. Just because you know where it's going doesn't make it any less funny, so check out Patrick Stewart visiting Sesame Street to help The Count:



Yeah, more pithy post to come. Stuff is brewing in my brain (eeek!) so I will probably have to dump it all out onto some pixels to make sense of stuff. You have been warned. ;-)

Had to share this... found via Great White Snark. Just because you know where it's going doesn't make it any less funny, so check out Patrick Stewart visiting Sesame Street to help The Count:



Yeah, more pithy post to come. Stuff is brewing in my brain (eeek!) so I will probably have to dump it all out onto some pixels to make sense of stuff. You have been warned. ;-)

A couple more fun vignettes portraying life for the residents of the House of Doors on the first day of the calendar year...

Him (noticing sign at the Ft. Worth zoo that reads, "Elephants!"): So now we get to see Elephants! The Musical?

Me: *bwaaaa ha ha ha!*

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Me: When we get home, I gotta remember to make the Texas Caviar so we can eat our black eyed peas. *pause* I wonder if it counts if we just listen to the Black Eyed Peas?

Him: Only if they covered New Year's Day.

Me: *bwaaaa ha ha ha!*

A couple more fun vignettes portraying life for the residents of the House of Doors on the first day of the calendar year...

Him (noticing sign at the Ft. Worth zoo that reads, "Elephants!"): So now we get to see Elephants! The Musical?

Me: *bwaaaa ha ha ha!*

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Me: When we get home, I gotta remember to make the Texas Caviar so we can eat our black eyed peas. *pause* I wonder if it counts if we just listen to the Black Eyed Peas?

Him: Only if they covered New Year's Day.

Me: *bwaaaa ha ha ha!*

... "I actually remembered a dream" is a more accurate statement. I tend to sleep pretty soundly, which is a big "Yay!" However, this means that unless I wake up right in the middle of a dream, I have no recall. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

ANYhoo... this brief snippet amused me so much that I had to share. As with most dreams, there was more to my feelings/reactions in the dream regarding what happened than actual Stuff Taking Place.

Don't know where was I other than Generic Haunted House (by that I mean a real haunt site, not one constructed/worked by folks I know for the sake of fun and profit). The story as I understood it: the haunter was a turn-of-the-last-century woman who died an old maid at the ripe old age of 35. My impression was that her unweddedness (is that a word?) made her kind of batty, driving her to a tragic end. This made her a little batty and a lot mean post-mortem. Of course, in the way that dreams work, I just had all this in my head; I don't know how I knew.

So I'm facing a wall, and I see a spectral shadow creeping closer, like she's trying to surprise me from behind to wreak some sort of malfeasance. I'm apparently having none of this! I think to myself, "Unmarried at 35 is scary? I'm 40 and never wed—that makes me the scary one!"

I promptly turned around, made a scary face and "Boo!"-ed the hapless ghost, who fled immediately.

*kisses the biceps—mwah!*

... "I actually remembered a dream" is a more accurate statement. I tend to sleep pretty soundly, which is a big "Yay!" However, this means that unless I wake up right in the middle of a dream, I have no recall. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

ANYhoo... this brief snippet amused me so much that I had to share. As with most dreams, there was more to my feelings/reactions in the dream regarding what happened than actual Stuff Taking Place.

Don't know where was I other than Generic Haunted House (by that I mean a real haunt site, not one constructed/worked by folks I know for the sake of fun and profit). The story as I understood it: the haunter was a turn-of-the-last-century woman who died an old maid at the ripe old age of 35. My impression was that her unweddedness (is that a word?) made her kind of batty, driving her to a tragic end. This made her a little batty and a lot mean post-mortem. Of course, in the way that dreams work, I just had all this in my head; I don't know how I knew.

So I'm facing a wall, and I see a spectral shadow creeping closer, like she's trying to surprise me from behind to wreak some sort of malfeasance. I'm apparently having none of this! I think to myself, "Unmarried at 35 is scary? I'm 40 and never wed—that makes me the scary one!"

I promptly turned around, made a scary face and "Boo!"-ed the hapless ghost, who fled immediately.

*kisses the biceps—mwah!*