Lovely Day

Today is Baby T's birthday; there fore, I deem physical comedy okay, for the next twenty four hours.

I WISH THIS BLOG PLAYED MUSIC
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I WISH THIS BLOG PLAYED MUSIC
I WISH THIS BLOG PLAYED MUSIC
I WISH THIS BLOG PLAYED MUSIC
I WISH THIS BLOG PLAYED MUSIC
I WISH THIS BLOG PLAYED MUSIC
I WISH THIS BLOG PLAYED MUSIC
I WISH THIS BLOG PLAYED MUSIC
I WISH THIS BLOG PLAYED MUSIC
I WISH THIS BLOG PLAYED MUSIC

The Lovers, The Dreamers and MEEEEE

So redundant.

Happiness is Only Real When its Shared

This is going to be my next tattoo.

Radical Clerics

He runs a militarized dictatorship out of Bushwick and has a harem of 100 wives all under the age of 18.

MAGIC!!!

This Magic Mountain was purchased on Bedford Avenue for $7.00. Best $7.00 I would say I have spent in well over a year. All I had to do was set up the little card board pieces and pour the magic crystal liquid all over the designated areas. Then I bought a six pack and waited. Well, nothing happened, so I went to bed and when I woke up: CHRISTMAS MORNING!!! THIS wonderland had sprouted! Thats incredible!

To Each His Own

Everyone has their own ritual when it comes to eating a box of drumsticks from PFC. For me, I like to say the Pledge of Allegiance before I dive in. Whats yours? Please discuss.

We Share a Special Bond

MMAAAAC! Give me that biscuit!!!! PLLLLLEAAASE???! I only had a toast for dinner!!!

Brilliant Works

Today we are proud.

Krausies

My grandpa turned 93 last weekend and my step mom managed to put 93 candles on his cake. I cant imagine the inferno, but it looks like it was executed safely. Also, uncle Dave and Dad jammed out for the fam. They have an album coming out next year (im not kidding). Think Cheeseburger in Paradise. As a side note, my family says that when you get drunk, youre getting "kraused," so take it easy on me next time I black out.

Eating Never Looked So Good.

Baby T makes love to a slice of pizza

Cat Bird

I wish I could say this was a Halloween photograph.

So We're Not Going to Rhode Island This Weekend

So lets go see THIS GUY instead. Mac: 0. Gustav Klimpt: 1.

Open Letter

Dear Mac,

You know what? I really miss your friends, Kea, Ann, Emily, Jason, Dylan and Timmy. I think we should organize a weekend where I would get to play with them again. In Rhode Island. What 'd you say?

Yours,
Catfish

Over the Meadow and Through the Woods

Grandma and Grandpa will be hosting Thanksgiving 07! Get your apptites ready! Grandpa is going to baste the turkey in marinara sauce!

Dara and Lucas play Difficult music.

Mr. and Mr. Bo Jangles.

Runnin on Empty

Yesterday was the New York Marathon. Up early to spectate were Mac, Plannie, Crus, myself and Timmy. We had donuts from Peter Pan and Free ICE COFFEE from Dunkin Donuts. Naturally, we were not running on empty, though Mac did complain a lot. The first to pass the 12th mile were the wheel chair racers and man did I wish I had some sunglasses. I was pregnant with emotion as I watched people with NO LEGS PUSH themselves in those wierd little bikes for 26 MILES. Then came the Elites. Yawn. And then came the peons, thousands of them, in all sorts of funny garb. They kept sucking on these little pouches that we started calling snack packs. The entire race took most of the morning and by the end, our little band dispersed for some much needed nap time at 1pm. I watched the marathon in about five hours and thirty four minutes. My best time yet. Next year, I'm going for under Four.

Halloween was two weeks long this year

The pictures keep getting worse and worse. By the time halloween was over, I had lost my wallet, all major credit cards, my wig and most of my friends. Grandpa had hypnotized Emily and she was running around the south side smashing pumpkins. Maggie had disappeared and was not returning phone calls. Plannie was gone too. Mac was trying to eat at PFC, but did not have enough pocket change. Instead of helping, Other Anne made fun of his destitution and left him there hungry. Brian peeled off and was marked MIA around 10 pm. Grandma was gone too.

Things need to change round here, but I dont see when and I dont see how.

Food Porn

Do you have any snacks? Let me a have a sip of that

One time Thomas and I got rained in at 918 Lorimer Street. We hung out in the same room with out talking for three hours. Finally he asked to borrow my umbrella and took off. I am still missing my umbrella. Its red and if you see at Thomas's, please promptly return it to 918 Lorimer Street.

Grandpa is LEAVING US.

Lets have a dinner that has food that looks like this on friday and celebrate the jolly good fellow.

The Verdict is OUT!

Plannie's smile is WAY bigger than Krausey's.

Slutty vs. Zomby

Brian: dead tight rope walker. YAWN.

Wiggin out.

Hypnotyyyyyyyze.


Both costume genres have their obvious benefits. If youre over freezing your ass off being a slutty pumpkin, try being a dead one.