Ridiculous.

Steve Perry got reincarnated. And he's not even dead.

This is not a metaphor.

My sister got a rolling pin.

Sunday afternoon, our church threw her a shower. Among her wife-ly bounty she got muffin trays, cookbooks, a cake tray that doubles as a punch bowl...and a rolling pin.

June Cleaver uses rolling pins, not my sister.


[It's funny how a rolling pin in a giftbag, casually lying on the dining room table, can make you feel more than a stack of invitations, a dress, and a veil do.]

Mmmmm Whatcha Say?

If you don't find this hilarious, we probably have nothing in common.

[Original posts coming soon, I promise.]

Juno, Interrupted

Forgive me, but

the guy who wrote this deserves a Pulitzer.

Sheer genius. All I wanted to say about "Juno" but didn't know how.

Regrets, I've had a few....

but then again,

let's leave the serious ones for another time, shall we?

Quasi-regret #1: I will never know what it was like to have "lived through the sixties."

Admit it, Baby Boomers. You relish your membership in this happenstance-of-birth club, and never tire of saying "you just had to be there." I cannot be the only member of my generation who feels somewhat inadequate about this.

Quasi-regret #2: Short legs are unlikely to ever be considered "desirable."

For that matter, clothing manufacturers seem unlikely to ever wise up to the fact that short-legged people exist.

Quasi-regret #3: Ever reading this article.

I was just contentedly reading my morning NPR last month, and this almost irrevocably spoiled my day. 22?!?! Are you kidding me?!?!

Quasi-regret #4: Being female, I am denied the distinctly masculine experience of growing a beard. At the risk of sounding Freudian, most people who know me sympathize with how cheated this often makes me feel.

Quasi-regret #5: I am not, nor am I likely ever to be, romantically involved with this man.

Okay, I'm going to go ahead and bump that last one up to full-fledged "regret." *sighhhhh*