rock out

Of course, I just HAD to...


Me! Looking pissed! And with a big baseball bat and a cigarette!

Who'd a thunk it?

bwaaaaa!

And just to be fair, here is Carrie's version of me:

disodium inosainate

The little old man who lives down the hall from us has decided to give my mother a large bag of individual bags of animal crackers, a large BOX of individual bags of Chex Mix, and a case of bottled water.

Why?

Fucked if I know, but his heart's in the right place I reckon.

Now, all of this stuff is laid out in our kitchen. There really isn't anywhere else to put it. She had the idea of bring some of it to the chemotherapy center and foisting it off on them, since they hand out little snacks to the patients.

Other than that, I have to push it on whoever comes through the door. Like Wemble, who is coming over this evening! WANT SOME ANIMAL CRACKERS, DEARIE?!

Dear me.