halloween
As we got ready to go to the neighborhood's annual Halloween Parade on Sunday there was a hurry, a flurry, a lot of motion and this and that as we dug through the costume box (a box large enough for the body of an adult human if need
halloween
With Halloween well on its way I thought it might be time to let you guys in on a little video Mr. Kaos recorded in 1989. No, I'm not joking. Yes it really is him. (no, no it's him... the one singing... er... rapping?) Just watch
family
I bet you all thought I wasn't going to have anything to say today huh? After all... it's after noon here. Not like late afternoon or anything but it is after the time which we call noon (I love that little word play there) and I
love
I was cleaning the kitchen when Mr. Kaos strode through on his way to yet another of the never ending new projects in the bathroom. He stopped, peeled the backing from a small label and stuck it to the front of my hoodie.It read "HOT" With a
consumer
As I was reading the little kaos a bedtime story and Mr. Kaos was listening intently from the foot of her bed we heard my crappy phone beep or make whatever strangled little noise it makes when it wants to tell me something. It wanted to tell me I had
bloggers
Baaa Baaa Baaaaaaaaa That is sheep talk because today, that is me. A sheep. A following along with the flow of the interwebby sheep. Baaaaa.Why? Because The Holmes asks how I (not me personally I am sure he intended for everyone to answer) would recast (The Original) Star Wars.
fear
Yesterday could have and probably should have been very stressful. Now don't get me wrong it wasn't a fancy party with sexy nightclub style dancing. It was business. Serious business as Mr. Kaos (isn't that a great super hero name? Or is a better
babble
There have been a few requests for information. For updates. Because I am so thoroughly me I have simply ignored them in an attempt to evade answering...But soon I fear it shall not work so I will answer the bathroom question.How is the bathroom coming along?Not at
computer
Just before he would normally leave the huge multinational conglomerate for the day I call and ask "Are you gone yet? Are you leaving? Are you going to go get it?"Yes, he was leaving, yes he was on his way to get it. It being my laptop.
babble
Let me start off by saying that while I am in fact a girl, even a vaguely girlie girl who likes to get her hair done, get pedicures and who has her brows waxed somewhat regularly I am not one of those go to the movies and weep over a
angry
I have a little personal problem. I problem I wish you all could help me with... But really the likelihood of that being possible, rather slim. So instead of asking for help on this rather sad little chore I am going to do what I do best. Complain about it.
babble
CK: Oooohhhh MK: ............. CK: Look at this bunny MK: I need to take my contacts out CK: (tilting my laptop screen) can you see that bunny? It's the cutest thing EVER... MK: Yeah, "I can not has cheezburger", ohhhh the internet is a special place CK: