Jazz Hands

Hip-hip-hoorah! It's sunny and warm outside, my home no longer smells like fecal matter, the spiders in my basement now have a new tile floor to scurry across while I'm screaming like Ned Flanders discovering purple drapes. Even my pug is less gassy than usual today.

In fact, all is so well...I feel a song comin' on. Yes....it's happening, I've got...I've got....jazz hands!

In fact my urge to dance, perform, and join some sort of rural multi-county 1990 beauty pageant is so strong, that I taped this performance of myself eariler today.

(...it was a real bitch to dye my hair blonde and get the bangs just right, but luckily I happened to have the costume right in my closet.)

I hope this makes your fecaless day a little brighter.

Master of the Carcassonne Universe!

Well, finally I achieved victory at a game of Carcassonne. And as much anticipated, I celebrated my first and only win with a victory lap around the house, spiking throw pillows as I went. I would've enjoyed it more if it hadn't been done through a haze of cold medicine - as I've now contracted some kind of vacation-killing super flu. So my memory is just a fuzzy blur of throw pillows flying this way and that. I don't think I fell down at any point. So that's good.

Well even through my Nyquil buzz, I can still post my Askville Answer of the Week! This one really, I think, clues you in to a special side of me - my pageant side.

Hope everyone has a glorious New Year's Eve night, and makes the most of their fresh start in 2008!