Just a quickie this morning, although I may do an update this afternoon.
Dar is on her way over, and we are going to take Ronny and Jamie over to Mobile for the day. We plan to do lunch, then go to the museum's IMAX theater to watch "Hurricane on the Bayou" (for some reason, my fingers wanted to type "Tom Petty and the Bayou Crotch People" there) and then we are going to go see what looks yummy at Fresh Market. I have visions of creme brulee dancing in myne head. Perhaps I ought to go look in the mirror-there is probably a VISION or two of creme brulee swaying back and forth behind me like two forty dollar mules in a gunny sack.
I may actually put on some store bought lips before we leave. I guess I'm feeling all girly because I chose to mow my legs rather than cornrow them this morning. I'd go pluck my eyebrow, but I don't feel like getting all sneezy. If I start sneezing, the little birds start, and then we have to go all the way through the sneezing ritual and discuss our allergies which leads to booger discussions and frankly? I am just not up to all that right now. The Good Morning Jesus song did me in.
Before I go, though, I thought I would leave you with a little something to contemplate. Dar and I rode up to her parents' cabin in McHenry to scope it out prior to us going up to 'camp' there next week. When we pulled into the carport, this is what we found in the driveway. The dead mouse I understand. The pile of puke though, is puzzling: