I love Pee Wee

We were getting out our xmass decorations last week, and Iggy found a little nutcracker soldier that he was enamored with.
He kept calling it baloney, and we couldn't figure out why, since he's never had bologna, and we puzzled by his insistence that the soldier was named Baloney.
Later, we popped in a Pee Wee DVD (I have them ALL, every episode and film, including Pee Wee Christmas f. Grace Jones), and realized that he was referring to Billy Baloney, whose jaw hinges just like a nutcracker.
I love this kid.

Pearls of Wisdom

As I'm watching Tim Gunn, waiting for Project Runway, my husband hit me with this gem-
"These shows are like a Gay C. Penney's catalog!"

Not to brag or anything...

... but I have the coolest shower curtain ever.

I love puppets

Nevermore

I am a bad, bad, blogger.
My thoughts rarely make up a paragraph.
I have had some blog-worthy events since I last wrote.
A parent accosted me at a preschooler's program about how rude I am.
I totally wanted to cut a bitch, but didn't want to get arrested, so I apologized for "ruining" her child's program(cough*bullshit*) and let her walk away with her smug little face intact.
And later that day, I got rear ended in our old car, and now it's running like shit, but due to nothing that I can blame on the crash.
Here's a picture of my son ruining itsy bitsy spider for everyone (he is the pirate):