Reflections on my own stupidity

This past week has NOT been a particularly brilliant one for me. I managed to sabotage my own blog, by gleefully deleting a ton of my scans, not having the foggiest idea of what the ultimate result would be. I am now downloading all the ones that I had just deleted, and hope that perhaps the damage can be repaired. I will say that I had lost track of just how many pictures I have of Hal getting hit in the head.

It has also occured to me, that for quite some time now, I have been misspelling the word "weird". I had been spelling it as "wierd", which of course, is incorrect. I frequently discover errors AFTER I've posted, because I think faster than I type, and who needs proofreading anyway? But the whole "weird" thing, just confuses the heck out of me. E before I except after Pie?

I suppose that I can explain the whole thing, by confessing that I am indeed a Wasp, the only ethnic group left in American that it is safe...nay REQUIRED...to make fun of. I can go for weeks without worrying about the cure for penicillin that is growing in the fridge, and I prefer to let the dust bunnies under my couch meet the OTHER dust bunnies under my couch. However, every once in a while, a strange feeling comes over me, and in true waspy fashion, I revert and become super housewife. Shortly after, $50 dollars worth of food in the fridge is now down the disposal, and I am on a mad hunt everywhere, picking things up and CLEANING them.

These fits don't last very often, but they burn with the white-hot fire of a thousand suns! Or something. I guess that is what happened when I decided to "Clean" house on my pictures. But rest assured, I have learned my lesson.

And, as a special treat for all of you...



Hal Hitting Himself!

Because that never ever gets old.