Lawnmower’s broken. There’s spiky stickers all over the yard. Don’t care. Caleb’s got a funk and a fever of 104. Care, but can’t do much about it. Pretty sure it was passed to him from lady at gas station who sat miserably clutching her stomach behind the register Saturday evening. Wish sick people would stay the heck home. Wish the cupcake craze would hit central Oklahoma. Wish there was a cupcake store here in our little town. Wish I could just bake decent cupcakes. Wish I had a cupcake.
Caleb’s job tossing around different ideas. Last month? A move over to Arkansas. This month? Kansas City within a year. Or so. Maybe. Possibly. In theory. Kansas City? More snow. Urng.
New favorite kids’ book? The Donut Chef, by Bob Staake. Cool illustrations. Rhythmic story. Love it. Movie I can’t wait to see but probably isn’t worth the hype? "Where the Wild Things Are." Video I can’t wait to buy and perpetually play on a golden television next to my bed? "Wolverine." Is it weird that I don’t have any of the other X-Men movies?
Finished the rubber dummies. Don’t seem very authentic to me. A couple of stupid tattoos on each one–nobody’s covered. Spent most of last night rubbing smudges and bogus Transformer tattoos off of their bodies. Made them very slippery–baby oil really does work wonders, though. Added on a few more tattoos while listening to Lionel Ritchie. Here’s me: "Hello? Is it me you’re…." (Hmmm, I wonder if I should draw a bloody dagger, or skull and crossbones?) "….looking fooor?"
The gangsterest music I own is Ja Rule. Am I the only one who thinks he looks 10 years old in the face?
Would be really cool to take pictures of the dummies in lawn chairs around our firepit.