The Way We Get Our Freak On.

I'm sure THIS little project raised a few teacher eyebrows in The Girl's art class...

Someday, she'll realize that you don't ALWAYS need two people, especially if you have electronic aids and a Costco-sized sheaf of replacement batteries.

On the other hand..I'm not sure exactly what these "love box" items are, and I'm afraid to ask, in the event that she's been going through my drawers again and I have to answer some, uh, 'probing' questions.

It helps to have a little something something to loosen things up and put you in the mood. Or to get you drunk enough where you can just lie back and think of the mother country.

When I was in high school, the boys thought "Drakkar Noir" cologne served that function.

I need to explain to her that Love Pills are not recommended unless you are some sort of pervert who also happens to have a good defense lawyer.

And that, my friends, is how the magic happens in our homestead.

Just Like The Seven Dwarves...

Except there are only five and they have been reimagined as some sort of vegetable.

Written before an outpatient procedure MD had. Not sure why you need blueberry muffins after surgery, but I just do as I am told around here.

I Should Not Have Left My Us Weekly On The Coffee Table

Could the title character and his unnamed wife have been inspired by the Brad Pitt/Angelina Jolie union? Note how their babies came BEFORE they got married...

One Code Does Not Fit All...

Note to self: must explain to The Girl that if a tornado is approaching, deciphering a secret code is probably not the best use of people's time.