Relief Worker

I've been saved. Saved I tell you. By my wonderful GuTTer MuNKi. He has done some sort of Wizardry (don't worry, cleanup was minimal and no one saw the naked-dancing-around-the-bonfire part AFAIK) and has resurrected my project and yea (Biblical "yea") even burned the sucker onto a DVD. Hallelujah, Jaffar!!!

And so Adobe may live to die another day.

I see that Sluggie takes after her mother because last night the kids watched "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids" at a friend's house and then she wrote a hate letter to the screenwriter because he killed off the ant. She hasn't mailed it. It was really just a cathartic exercise (much like my blogging) but she is rather eloquent in her spewing of vitriol, I must say. Mama is so proud. ^_^ This could be a genetic thing. MuNKi's grandfather used to pen letters to congressfolk back in the day. His letters always began the same way: "You Dirty Carp!" Needless to say, Grandpa M LOATHED carp.

Even though MuNKi was able to breathe life into my monster ("it is aliiiiiiiiiive!") I think it's too big to YouTube. Bummer. MuNKi says he can help me with a youTube version though. Someone deserves a gigantic reward. ^_^

Even though I have fallen down on the presentation front, I do have something fabulous for you anyway. Check this out. That's my uncle. (No, not the woman on the home page, silly! The photographer!) Yes, artistic greatness flows through my veins. Hopefully it hasn't all flowed out through the many cuts and scrapes that I've sustained over the years. I'm doing my best to tap into it. And Joe has been extremely kind in helping me to ensure that I am not at home to Mr. Cock-up. Thank you, Joe!!

"I'll catch you on the flipside. . ." ^_^