So many things have tickled me this week.
* Newscoma encounters one American who fears the potential impeachment of her favorite actor.
* I’m thinking if the sermon was led by a long-winded Baptist, the flight was reasonable and justified.
*Award for Best Fear of Commitment Excuse.
* Booze market hits slump as Baptists temporarily embrace teetotalism (because, you know, people might talk.)
* Joe Powell tickles me with his masterful zombie-whackin’ skills. The zombies wandered over from here. Fortunately, Joe wiped them out with his wit before the big Moon Pie Festival in Bell Buckle.
* How cool is it that we have `Mater Festivals and Moon Pie Parties?
* There is a Moon Pie Queen. And I thought about heading over to Bell Buckle to apply for the gig.
(My mother would be so proud.) Then I spotted this photo—>
I’m not sure those are the royal robes, but not taking any chances…
* And I saved the best for last: Diva’s grandpa bought her a Barbie doll yesterday. This morning, she pronounced the naked doll defective and tossed it in the trash.
The arms and legs were still attached. Mr. Smartypants hadn’t styled her hair with the safety scissors. The dog hadn’t nibbled on her yet; however, according to Diva, her “butt had broked-off.”
Despite my best efforts to explain to Diva this is how Barbie dolls are supposed to look, she sneered disdainfully at the discarded doll and said:
“Well, I don’t want her. Her butt is gone and it’s weirdy.”
I am so proud.
