Not that you all WANTED to know that I had to sell my first and second-born children to the kind folks at IKEA to properly furnish my room. Wait! I don't have children yet. And if God reads this, He probably won't LET me have children. (Interestingly enough, recently I dreamt I had a child and couldn't figure out what to name her. Four months later. The child still had no name.)

Also. My blog comments are almost fixed. They are still being a little bit dorky. If I have more than two comments in Haloscan, things start stacking on top of each other and looking quite odd. But other than that, comment away!

Sadly. That is it. Weekend recap in full. With the quick side note to the people who were driving in front of me this morning with the I (heart) Horses bumper sticker. You don't need the sticker. The clods of manures, stacks of straw and saddles that were thrown in the back, said it all.



So, until I blow up the building, kill someone or tragically burn my eyelashes off, I will remain, yours truly:

The Porkchop