Oh. Em. Gee. Two Posts In One Month!

It’s practically unheard of, I know.

Could this be a new trend for our hero?

Could someone please slap me for speaking of myself in the third person?

I’m always amazed at the sheer volume of randomness that I run across on a daily basis. (Thank you inventor of the interwebs!) And I often think to share said randomness with specific people in my life (you lucky ducks you!). But, for some reason, it hasn’t occurred to me–until now, that is–to simply share it here. That is the whole raison d’etre of this blog, after all.

So, here are a few tidbits from today’s dip in the randomness waters . . .

I read about THIS in People Magazine today. I am pretty well speechless. I don't know if I should be squeeing because wigs and kittehs make me happy and together should be that^2? Or if I should be mourning the epic loss of dignity on their furry behalves.

I also found THIS groovy gem of a shirt for all my procrastinating pals out there. I'd encourage you to vote for this shirt and make it a winner, but I think we procrastinators know just how effective that will be, don't we?

THIS posting didn't seem like much to start out with. I actually clicked on it for legit reasons. I would actually like to make cookies in the shape of yoga poses. Why not combine the awesomeness of cookies and yoga? Really. And the cookie cutter they show is so sweet all decorated! But, um, not decorated . . . it looks like a gingerbread amputee . . . being held up at gunpoint . . . Yep, I'm totally going to Hell.

And if you would like to waste GOBS of your day doing really random, totally irrelevant, yet alternately intelligence affirming and destroying quizes, CLICK HERE. I astonish myself with all the knowledge that I've lost. I used to know all the state capitals. Apparently, that knowledge has been replaced by all the lyrics to Lady Gags's "Paparazzi". Unfair trade!

The first 2:30 minutes of that video appear to be simply an excuse for Lady Gaga to make out with the stubbly guy. Not that I can totally blame her for that. So, I apologize in advance for leaving you with the taste of Gaga in your mouth and the wasted 7:45 minutes of your life.

Until next time . . .

Think we can make November a threefer?