Happy St. Patrick's Day!

St. Paddy's day, the Veggie way

Spring Forward!

Don't forget -- it's Daylight Savings Time! Make sure you turn clocks ahead an hour when you go to bed tonight!!!

Somebody's got some 'splaining to do....

After being at work all morning, I came home this afternoon and headed upstairs to tackle some schoolwork. Like any normal person, I also had to go to the bathroom. I walked in to the little upstairs bathroom that the Lil Bro and I share only to discover this....




So you're thinking, "Duh, MMSG. It's winter. That stuff is called snow. You got 13 inches of it yesterday. Why are you surprised by this??!" And, well, yeah. If I was outside, a hunk of dirty snow would have been no big deal.


But it was in my bathtub!!!



So, seeing as the Lil Bro is the only other person who uses this bathroom, I marched off to his room.

Me: "Come."

Lil Bro: "Huh?"

Me (leads Lil Bro to bathroom and points to snow)

Lil Bro: "It's snow."

Me: "It's IN MY BATHTUB!!!"

Lil Bro: "Yeah....?"

Me: "Explain, if you please?!"

Lil Bro (shrugs): "I dunno. Is the roof leaking?"

Me and Lil Bro pause and look up at ceiling. It is dry and leak-free.

Me: "Any other ideas?"

Lil Bro: "Check with Dad."

Me (marching downstairs, hands on hips)

Dad: "Yes?"

Me: "Let's play a game. It's called, 'Guess What's In My Bathtub That Doesn't Belong There.' You go first."

Dad: "Snow?"

Me: "Ding ding ding! We have a winner! And now for the bonus round: WHY?!?!"

Dad: "It was in the attic."

Me: "Great. That's fantastic. But, it's no longer IN the attic. It's IN MY BATHTUB! And it's DIRTY!"

Dad: "Indeed. I moved it from the attic. It's melting."

Me: "And you didn't feel the need to put it in YOUR bathtub?"

Dad (feigning shock): "Why, goodness, no! It's DIRTY!"

"The Ghost"

THE GHOST

by: Charles Baudelaire

OFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove

I will return to thy alcove,

And glide upon the night to thee,

Treading the shadows silently.




And I will give to thee, my own,

Kisses as icy as the moon,

And the caresses of a snake

Cold gliding in the thorny brake.




And when returns the livid morn

Thou shalt find all my place forlorn

And chilly, till the falling night.




Others would rule by tenderness

Over thy life and youthfulness,

But I would conquer thee by fright!

[I've just stumbled across the works of Charles Baudelaire. Naturally, like any Lemony Snicket fan, I was instantly intrigued by this poet's name and had to investigate. This is one of my favorites so far. Wow...I really love how this poem tiptoes back and forth across the line between "beautiful" and "haunting". It gives me goosebumps! The first line is probably my most favorite line of poetry EVER.]