Marsha
11 November 2009 @ 06:11 pm
When told the microwave has self-immolated, or would have, but you opened the door before it burst into flames--

--he tests your hypothesis.

With the end result being, d'oh, smoke and flames.
 
 
 
 
Marsha
07 November 2009 @ 01:33 pm
Silence, broken by screaming.

Mine.

In the match, Baxter vs. The Couch, The Couch not only lost its guts in the battle, but its small tear on the semi-attached back cushion has been ravaged. Polyester stuffing litters the floor, along with the basket of fake blooms that he abandoned in order to attack an innocent sofa that was Not Bothering Him At All.

I shall be face down on my pillow for the foreseeable future. Send chocolate.
 
 
Marsha
07 November 2009 @ 10:59 am
Part the first: thumpitythumpitythumpitysqueaksqueaksquee--

thumpitythumpitythumpity

*doorflap slaps twice*

Littlest dog steals squeaky toy back.

*doorflap slaps twice*

thumpitythumpitythumpitysqueaksqueaksquee--

thumpitythumpitythumpity....
 
 
Marsha
07 November 2009 @ 07:46 am
 
 
 
 
 
 
Marsha
27 October 2009 @ 06:23 pm
The Eldest Idiot Child left his google email open on my computer, so I thoughtfully signed him out. But not before my eye managed to land on this email header:

"Hi, NAME OF INSANE CHILD WITH A DEATH WISH REDACTED, I don't believe it's possible to wingsuit off of...."

I can't decide if I should be grateful it's not possible or horrified that he's considering wingsuiting.

Wingsuiting? Check it out. There's a piece of me that goes ooh, wow, how cool to use in a novel. But about 2:25, I begin screaming and have to stop the video. (Well, it's about then that I can actually see my kid doing this. These guys must be motherless orphans.)

wingsuit base jumping from Ali on Vimeo.



How I--with my fear of heights--produced this child is beyond me.
 
 
Marsha
25 October 2009 @ 05:56 pm
Brain walks by: Lalalalalalal...

Dark corner: Psst! Hey, you there. Benin's a spy.

Brain: Ben... wait. You know Benin?

Dark corner: He's working for the storm mage bad guys.

Brain: He is?!

Dark corner: *smug*

Brain: What else do you know?

Dark corner: Lalalalalalalala *pip*

Brain: O.o