It’s been kind of a weird week, y’all . . .
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The Strange Occurrence of the Tea Party in The Daytime
I came home from work the other day, walked into the dining room and said, “Oh, the table is clean! And you’re having a tea party! How fun is that?”
“Mom?” Janie asked from the living room couch. “Who’re you talking to?”
I looked again.
“Um. Sunny’s doll,” I said, with as much dignity as I could muster.
“Okaaay,” Janie said, going back to her book. “As long as you aren’t talking to the skunk.”
In my defense, Eleanor looks an awful lot like Sunny:
But I’ll admit that Violet doesn’t look much like anyone but herself, even in her best dress and choker:
But you know the truly frightening thing?
I probably would have talked to them anyway.
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The Goats
The first time you watch this, it’s adorable.
The second time, it’s like Hitchcock’s The Birds, except cuter, softer. . . and baby goatier.
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My husband says this isn’t funny, because no one could possibly be afraid of David Tennant.
I’m not sure he understands how frightened I can be, given the proper motivation.
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Hitting (the Keys) a Little Close to Home
This is strangely familiar . . .
Very strangely . . .
(Kate Miller-Heidke also wrote two of my favorite songs: God’s Gift to Women and The Facebook Song*—see what you think)
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* Not Safe for Work or Children Likely to Gleefully Repeat Certain Words in Front of Your MIL.
Earful of Cider 