The Sweet Potato That Looks Like a Deer

I'm trying to think of something funny. Funny. Fun fun.

Not happening.

General update then. Babysitting = going well. Long day. Had my first fountain-diaper-changing experience this afternoon and decided that was the last straw for our rugs. They are already used, stained, burned, and hand-me-downs. I refuse to take them to Portland as I dream about and gaze at beautiful rugs on all of my travels--even at the mall.

Speaking of rugs, how about this pug? This pug likes to chew on rugs.This is me and Ziggy Stardust, my mother-in-law's birthday present. That is Sam's laptop, his last birthday present. So my birthday is coming up . . . Looks like I can set my expectations REAL high, eh? Hmmmm? How about a $3,000 rug? Ha ha! Okay, how about a . . . um. Lettuce. I do love lettuce. My iGoogle calorie counter sure loves lettuce too. Annnd I like paper products. And . . . we lost two of our nice forks. Gosh. What do I want. Maybe I should post my birthday wishlist and see what magic rains from the skies.

Things Liz/Sam/we refuse to take to Portland:

-Rotting food, such as this alien/deer sweet potato:
Ha! Okay--that's funny. My work here is done. Many compliments to Sam.