Boston-based burlesque performer and writer, lives in a Victorian manor where it's Halloween all year round, with a giant white cat. http://missminamurray.wordpress.com
I can’t wait for the special report! I haven;’t had this level of anticipation since Puck was trapped in the trunk.
Once upon a time I was on an epic road trip from Pittsburgh back to Boston. The route we were taking basically cut diagonally across PA. That’s a long dang drive. And we were pulling a trailer, so our speed was reduced a lot. We were all getting a little punchy as the day wore on into the night. Then one of the passengers burst out with “We are never, ever, ever getting out of Pennsylvania!”
Congratulations on such a milestone!
Wise words from the Queen
Like when he plays a cleric because the party needs one.
Oh this is heartbreaking! I am so, so sorry.
Young Bartholomew adores tin foil balls. Most other toys are dross compared to the magnificence of a tin foil ball. He loves to chase one, then pick it up, and place it in a precise spot, chosen by reasons known only to him, and wait for you to toss it so the cycle can begin again.
It must be true that moles have poor eyesight, since they didn’t notice that the hooded opossums have black noses…
I love that you used “Even Homer nods”.