Do You Read Me?

Everywhere I go it seems that blogs are shutting down. 10-4, Roger Doger, I copy. Over.


EDIT: Er, that title isn't referring to me, personally, LOL! I was just using radio lingo in reference to the fact that I feel like I'm receiving a message from "out there." (you know - cuckoo land ;-) ) I'm not berating anyone for lack of comments or anything. ^_^

I'm Blogging This

I saw this game at Target today. It had to be blogged. ^_^

This evening we went to Kohl's ostensibly to get new work shirts for MuNKi, but in reality, he only got one, while the Bigs and I came away with 2 or 3 things each. :-/ This meant the joy of getting new stuff, but also the pure torture that is Trying Things On. Plus, MuNKi actually had the strange idea to make me try on a shirt that was not only a bizarre dark teal (OK, granted I may see things in this spectrum a little differently than he does, but still. . .) but had puffed sleeves to boot. I ask you. Puffed sleeves? Me?!?!?!? Clearly he's gone mad. I could not, would not, on a train, I would not could not in the rain. I will not shall not even with a high-powered semi-automatic rifle trained on me.

That is all.