Hotter than a pepper sprout...

This is proof that The Muppet Show was cooler than the other side of the pillow, and still is today. And I'm particularly fond of this musical selection. This one is for my sweet baby Jack.

Biting the bullet here...

I realize that I've put off starting this blog because I thought the first one should be so perfectly eloquent and profound that it would show my depth and maturity. Then I woke up. So here is a little story of something that happened to me this week, and now we can get this ball rolling.

Right now I am preparing to move for the third time in a year (!), and the process of moving for me is about as enjoyable as a root canal. A couple of days ago I began work on the garage, which is full of loads of crap - none of which belongs in a garage. I was sitting in a chair, rummaging through some boxes, with the garage door open and the radio blaring. And I jumped when I realized that there were 3 people just standing there staring at me. Three very nicely dressed individuals. With brochures. And it dawns on me.

Jehovah's Witnesses.

I'm already not happy. It's hot. I'm sick. And now this. So I begin as tactfully as I can telling them that I am very busy and do not have time for them. The man is giving me this thoughtful, sad look. And the woman with him is smiling. They give me a brochure and I finally convince them to leave. So I go inside to tell Michael about this. And as I'm entering the house I see my shadow on the wall.

Let me go back. Earlier in my rummaging and packing of assorted craptacular items I came across some goodies I purchased in the Target dollar bin for Halloween. And I thought it would be funny to put one on my head. Except for the part where I forgot I had them on...

Devil Horns. I was wearing Devil Horns in front of the Jehovah's Witnesses.

Thank God we are moving.