To My Blogrollee’s (if that’s even a word)

Get out of my head, will ya’.

On a recent movie outing with Brian and Alan, we saw a chiuaua sitting in the vehicle beside us.  I immdeiately told the group that it was Stella, of Life With Buck fame, and Brian added that she was stalking him.  This resulted in a few laughs, from those of us who knew about Stella, while those that had no clue (i.e. my husband) were left out of the loop.

Another night, I was at home doing some chores, and I looked up at our celing fan and began laughing uncontrollably.  The cause of my laughter was my thoughts of DQ Hazing, which was rather difficult to explain to my husband with the same hilarity that Alison. so wonderfully portrayed. 

There was another incident at Wal-Mart, where my husband was pleading his case for the purchase of a dremmel.  My reply……..”only if you’ll use to to trim the cat’s claws”, as Talea’s story about her mom had become synonomous with dremmel’s in my head.  For the record, he didn’t get one.

I heard “Secret Agent Man” recently on tv, and my thoughts immediately went to moonbeam. 

It is impossible for me to think about propane tanks without recalling Red’s blunder. 

I’m lazy right now, (blame it on the ID-GASS) and don’t have the time or energy to recognize each of you individually, but know that your works have seeped into my “real” life, and provided many moments of happiness, hilarity and compassion.