Wednesday, October 12, 2011

A Classic (Fictitious) Tale of Sibling Rivalry








Good afternoon!
I'd like a nap, please.
No, NOW, please!

oh, right...i'm blogging and attempting productivity!! woohoo!

Today's photos: 1. Trouble and Izzy have taken over my bed! oh the cat hair! oh the laziness of the Katzens. (that's what i call them, when i want to sound fakely german) 2. me in front of our fall party food extravaganza, wearing christi's Daria lenses of Death! (apparently they make you really sweat! weird...) 3. new potteries! (3 out of like, 1,000,000. didn't want to post them all. daniel got some back as well and they look awesome possum!) 4. the sweet, adorable 'message doll' april gave me for my birthday! (along with some yummy-scented lemon verbena soap!) and 5. the latest batch of random shirts from woot--christi included! yay!

in other news: i netti-potted for the first time yesterday! don't know how badly i need to, but it can't hurt, right? and there are sniffly, icky days.
Wedding planning is going well! got our registries pretty much taken care of, which was a ton of fun! ;) daniel was very helpful and it was a nice thing to do together! and finally, trail-running again on turkey mountain. with the faster-than-slow group, which was...a leetle bit too fast. but. we SURVIVED!

and finally, today's poem:

Susie said "I'm sorry."
But her brother asked, "What for?"
"For wrapping you in dirty socks
And rolling you out the door.
For forcing you to smell a plate
Of moldy steak and beans,
And writing "I love ponies!"
On your brand-new pair of jeans.
For dumping bags of garbage
On the floor behind your bed,
And removing all the final scenes
From books you haven't read.
For..." Here her brother stopped her. "Sis,
You've done an awful lot!
And I'd be FURIOUS, except...
There's something you've forgot:
Precisely, that one day on which
I stole your favorite doll,
And stuffed her in the toilet,
Feeling no remorse at all.
The time I told your nasty friends
You pick your nose and snore...
And replaced the posters in your room
With images of gore.
Or..." Susie struck her brother, falling,
Fighting, to the ground.
Their sins and wrongs are even now,
But...who will win this round?

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