Haha. And ooOOooooh.

First the Ha Ha: The History of Mormonism (from South Park) This is never not funny to me. Because it's factually correct. (The clip, not the Mormon Church.) Dum dum dum dum dum!

Second, the OooOOooh: life size scrolling to illustrate how GINORMOUS a blue whale is.

Running around like a chicken with its head cut off. One armed-paper hanger. One legged man in a butt kicking contest. Two-peckered rabbit. That being said, I'm doing so good I may need to hire someone to help me enjoy it. :D [/Southernisms] Hopefully I'll have garden pictures soon, for those interested!

[ETA} because I completely forgot that I wanted to "record" this: the kids flew their kites this weekend, one a bald eagle - 6ft. kite span, the other a Japanese WW2 plane (marking under the wings that look like eye spots, we figured) and Sally FREAKED OUT. I tried taking her outside with me today and she's STILL nervously scanning the skies for the ginormous bird wot gonna et her up. *pets the pooch* *the 82 pound pooch* Ahahaha, poor thing.

Uh huh. *tongue in cheek*

I have Eddie Haskell in my house. (Google it, kids.) Let me preface this with the mention that it is POO-HOO-WHORING outside. Hail. Thunder. One of those prairie electrical storms. My son was on his way back from a friend's house - he called - and I ran outside to call him in. (Those storms can quickly become bad - we're under a tornado warning) He comes running to the door, dripping, and a raggedy, sopping wet kid comes up behind him. I give them the look. The "I didn't say you could bring a friend home in a downpour and you're going to wreck my house" look.

The child reads my expression, puts on a contrite face, and tells me how LOVELY I LOOK, and gosh, isn't my house so ATTRACTIVE? Those are his words. The boy is 11. I am currently in a dirty ballcap and tee shirt, having worked in the garden for the most part, and haven't ducked into the shower yet, and there's laundry piled everywhere. Riiiiiiight.

Oh, he's good. He's very good. he's wrapped up in a towel in our gameroom, as I've been informed his mother "knows I'm over here, and she's running errands." Uh huh.

Here's a random song for your trouble, those who read it all. :D Del The Funky Homosapien: Mistadobolina