Why??

Yesterday, after Elmo, I decided to indulge in a little light reading before donning my cape and tights and dashing out to save the world.





BIG MISTAKE...see for yourself.





Lured in by the question we've all been asking,

I innocently opened the magazine which, by the way came to my mailbox unsolicited.

Suspicious, don't you agree? I have no idea how it got there or why, but I do know I wanted to know "How much more can she take??"



And then I saw this:

I know. EEWWWW!!! No wonder they're having to sneak this disturbing piece of...of... creepy weirdness into the lives of the unsuspecting!
Needless to say I had to remain in my pink robe and lay down for a while. No cape, no tights, just a gentle rocking back and forth...

I need my Elmo...

P.S. Elizabeth Edwards seems to be doing well, and according to her sister, she and John had a marriage full of love and respect until John failed. Just so you know.

Just Another Manic Monday...oh, yeah, it's Tuesday already

Why am I watching Elmo? Duh. 'cuz he's adorable. Anyway, I'm learning about tadpoles turning into frogs. Good Morning Friends!

A peek into the tremendously busy morning of this middle-aged wisp of a girl... Frightening isn't it?

Aha! And herein lies the problem: I am not human until the magic elixer has been brewed and inhaled. Then I become sheer genius, wonder woman minus the cape and tights, although I am considering adding those elements to complete the look...

Why are you giving me a look like you don't believe me? About turning into Wonder Woman and taking on complex algebra problems and other world events of huge significance?

You probably don't even believe me about the cape and tights!

*gasp!* I want my Elmo...

No, I'm Not Kidding, I Live Here

Can you believe I live here? I live in a storybook.
Disneyland Schmisneyland...Fairhope Alabama, the land of magic and flowers and princesses. Who knew?

The local park where I go and picnic, and frolic, and It's free! I fed the ducks there once. But they ganged up on me and tried to peck my eyes out so I don't do that anymore. (Not really. But one did waddle over and quack quite vigorously.)

Emily and I headed to the annual Arts and Crafts show today. We got distracted mid-way through our stroll by the smell of something delicious...

We agreed that this was the cutest booth of all...we loved it! Price tag for this little beauty? $850.00 big ones! What the??

Ahhh!... good ol' fair food! Corn dogs, funnel cakes, and pork rinds...

Imagine-200,000 people stampeding the corn dog stand. You don't mess with hungry southern people who smell fried food of any kind. Mama's gonna git her funnel cake.

Happy tummy's = Happy princesses.

My Daily Confessional...

Can I tell you something...just between you and me? Promise you won't tell?

Good, I need to rid myself of this guilt.


Notice that my cute, adorable, precious cottage is being carefully painted by Mr. Wonderful himself?



Two hours later...He's still painting... and naively assuming I'm out back doing something helpful, like putting on primer, or mowing the grass...or composting for our organic garden...(okay the last two are just pure fantasy, but you understand, he's hopeful like that) Well,......

THIS is where I really was.

Inside. In the kitchen.

I know. It's wrong and bad and I'll never do it again. EVER.

Shhhhh....
Thanks for listening. I feel better now.