Showing posts from February 11, 2008

Things You Think About When You Put Too Much Bubble Bath in a Jacuzzi Tub

In case you've missed my stream of consciousness blogs--

For starters, there's the Close Encounters of the Third Kind theme. Making a five foot tall sculpture of a mountain is a hell of a lot more fun with bubbles than mashed potatoes.

Then, there was the realization that with my nephew's new daughter, we have four generations alive in my Dad's family. On my Mom's side, we have two.

The realization that you still love snow is always tempered by the thought of my long-ass driveway...on a hill. Thank the gods for snowblowers.

That when you get a stomach virus and a back injury on Ash Wednesday, you're doomed to give up some things for Lent whether you want to or not.

Oh my god! Will I ever get these bubbles out of this huge tub?

How many days does South Park come on during the week now anyway? 8? know what happens when you turn the jacuzzi jets BACK on? Eeenteresting.
Back to Close Encounters. I now have MORE bubbles.

No kitty. You don't want to jump …