Some mornings, the commute is much better than others. And on those mornings, it’s made great by having my camera handy.
You say “wee wee wee” all the way home, and how do I thank you? I jam you into shoes that kind of crush you a little big so that you hurt all morning but then eventually don’t hurt any more, which is awesome of you. Those really are nice shoes, I mean, it’s all worth it when you see how cute they are, even on my mongo feet. People will see you jammed into these hot little sandals and think “hey, she has got it going ON! I’ll bet she didn’t even buy those on sale!” but they would be wrong.
So thank you, little piggy toe. I’m sorry about that. Tomorrow I’ll treat you to some flip flops.
My son picked out a movie at Movie stop. I knew I wasn’t going to like it because I’ve tried to watch it before, but really, there are two reasons this should be a good movie. 1: Mel Brooks can be funny. 2: Parodies amuse me.
However, the movie in question is Spaceballs and it’s pretty much unwatchable. I say pretty much because every once in a while there is a line that in a funny movie would be fabulous. Like the line “What’s the matter Colonel Sandurz? Chicken?”
Oh look, Mel Brooks showing off all his movies on VHS! Wait, there is a self-reference to the movie Spaceballs in the movie Spaceballs? I think some brain cells really and truly just exploded right now. Deep Hurting.
So to prevent extra pain from actually watching the movie, I think I finally got my new website running with a template I can live with, at least for now. Take a spin over to Photo-Gnome to see what I’ve been doing. Oh, and by the way, if you try to go there yourself, remember that someone else got the .com, I’m the .net (and the .info, but who is going to remember that, right?)