Category Archives: Humor

My Tiny Tim

Ok. So, I have a pet mouse named Tim. She (yes, she) convinces me more and more each day that she is a magical mouse. About a week after I got her, I heard a loud POP at 3am. When I got up for work three hours later, she was out of the cage and ran away before I could get to her. There were no holes chewed in her cage, all the doors were closed and, to this day, I have no idea how she did it.

There are a ton of cats in my neighborhood, so I gave her up for dead.

Two weeks later, I hear this scurrying scratching sound right next to my ear. At 3am. In. my. bed. O.o

Yep, it was Tim. She got away before I could catch her, again. It’s pretty much a miracle that she’s still alive.

I’ve been setting up traps every night that would catch her safely- if they worked. But when you live with Houdini, there is no telling what will happen next.

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The Jar of Wishes

My friend and I have a cute little mason jar in our apartment, and last night I decided we should fill it with wishes.

It’s a totally silly project, but here are the wishes that I’ve put in so far:

-I wish the Easter bunny had wings
-I wish people would put a little love in their hearts
-I wish Dane Cook was my BFF
-I wish everyone would just hug and get along
-I wish the fairies of smell-goodness were real so I could tickle them
-I wish pickles came on pizza

If you’re wondering what my friend wished for… you’ll have to ask her, yourself. 😛


Oh the things…

I say to the television:

“Never hand children magic! The trouble always starts as soon as you hand the children magic.”

[I was watching The Scorpion King while cooking dinner. I’d never seen it before and the little boy got a hold of the magic arm bracelet of DOOM.]

Just thought I’d share.

Ok. Bye.


If I Have To Miss Yoga For Another Two Hour Meeting…

Something small and vaguely hope-scented will die.

In the meantime, here is some random:


Red Balloons

I was driving home from yoga yesterday and passed by a florist. In the trees behind the shop there was a big batch of red and pink balloons. It looked like the trees ate it, just like that tree that always ate Charlie Brown’s kite.

About a block over, I passed by a house just as another, identical bunch of balloons was floating up into the air. I have no idea what they were attached to or what set them loose. All I know is that it must be a sign.

Valentine’s Day is over.

Time to celebrate:


All my scary toys

Toys.

Sometimes they are a comfort, and other times they make your skin crawl. [My skin is immune to crawling.]

Don’t be so quick to judge.

Context is everything.