Aren’t pictures worth a 1000 words?

This has been a lovely week, but not much in the way of providing blog fodder. I am going to slap out some snappage, instead. Pay particular note to the Curry Plant - that baby is something I have been lusting after for over a year now. You see, come January, curry leaves are hard to come by. We have a teeny plant, but it only has about THREE meals worth of leaves on it, so I am hesitant to pluck too much foliage off of it. But NOW? I can hold my own Indian buffet with this beauty.

Anyway, enjoy the Slapdashed Snappage......

Actually, I CAN Quit You, Gerber.

After throwing away container after container after container of things like peaches and bananas, then being subjected to Arun climbing all over me Hankering for Hunks of ACTUAL peach and banana every time I happened to cut one up, I decided to give up on Gerber and their nefarious corporate tactics. I unloaded all of the rest of Gerber's crap from the cupboard and foisted it upon my sister. However, I will admit this dirty little secret -I kept the sweet potato puff thingies. Holy shit, those things are D-LISH, but so damned expensive that I refer to them as Baby Caviar.


Muffin Top THIS, Yo.

Here is Alliclaus (Bethiclaus’s daughter ) showin’ off her Baby Muffin Top glory. Also, notice the vintage cow toy in the background. We had playgroup at S’s house this Tuesday and seriously, S has the motherload of vintage toys! All the classics from when WE were kids. Next playgroup, I will take pictures so we can ALL ride our Big Wheels down the Lane of 1970s Memories.


ERA is SO 1970s.

This book is meant for BOYS - if you're packin' only Xs, move along, Little Lassie. MOVE ALONG. And they meant BUSINESS with the age guidelines - I think there was some fine print about asking for ID. Anyway, to answer the question, judging from his eyes, it's probably "dope" (as my grandmother still calls it to this day). Furthermore, Methinks perhaps the author was in possession of some, too.


Some Pockets are Best Left Alone.

You know how everyone seemed to have That Uncle? You KNOW, That Uncle who would say things that seemed just a smidgeon short of Inappropriate, but you could never quite put your finger on it enough to tell your mom? This reminded me of my own That Uncle.


A Lesson in International Diplomacy.

Children, this is a curry plant. It hails from the Land of India. Indians reside on the sub-continent of Asia. But you can still call them Arabs. They don't mind! Now Children, curry plants do not yield actual CURRY powder. It's a trick being played trickish-like on you by those Tricky Little Indians so they can twitter behind your backs as you ask such FOOLISH questions. Children, the lesson here is, beware the Man who nods "Yes" when he actually means "No".*


The Beginnings of the Great Peace Accord of 2006.

X told me this was going on in our bedroom. OUR BEDROOM. The nerve! Cats and babies sleeping in harmony!?! Don't they know the RULES?!? I snuck upstairs to take a picture and DUDE, I woke them both up. I quickly slithered back downstairs before X even realized what I had done, because DUDE, I woke the baby up and that shit just don’t fly around our house. X came downstairs quizzically all "Wow, that was a short nap?" and I was all like "Don't know nuthin' about nuthin'".