This is awesome.
On an unrelated note, here’s Day 2 of my giving-things-up-for-Lent project:
I bought this by mistake at the dollar store, forgetting I’d already bought the frame I needed for a picture I wanted to hang up. I don’t have anything else this size that needs to be framed, but I bet somebody else does. Into the giveaway box it goes.
Love the way their voices work together.
I know it’s old, but this video makes me laugh harder every time I watch it.
I’m still trying to figure out where she found a cat that isn’t terrified of the vacuum cleaner. Walter hides under the bed every time we get ours out. He doesn’t even like for me to use the Dustbuster. And God help you if you try to put some kind of clothing on him.
Anyway. Cat in a shark costume, riding a Roomba. Get into it.
I basically accomplished nothing today, unless you count taking the station wagon to the shop (reverse gear has ceased to work, so I suspect we’re going to be replacing a transmission), having a snack and a couple of craft beers at the local microbrewery, and sleeping more than a grownup really should.
Oh, well. We had a nice evening. I might cap it off with an episode of Doctor Who and a bag of popcorn with olive oil and green chile powder. Unless I fall asleep first.
On a completely unrelated note, this will never not be funny:
Hope your day was good.
I’ve been too busy covering a murder trial this week to blog. Here’s a BBC recording of an entire Joni Mitchell concert from 1970 to make it up to you.
I was thinking about Rosanne Cash last week when Ron and I visited Johnny Cash’s childhood home in Dyess, Ark., on our way down to Memphis. I like this song a lot. First time I heard it was on a Peter, Paul and Mary tape I bought in high school. This is a pretty version.
On a cold January night in Southeast Missouri, I might be juuuuuuuuust a little inclined to daydream about hot July evenings in Okemah.
A little “Oklahoma Hills” at Woodyfest should warm me right up.