Bouncy Czech

Mr. Bouncy ordered new shoes from a catalog a week ago. And they arrived the other day. They were a little bigger than he anticipated.

(not pictured here: Mr. Bouncy’s freakishly big feet)

The shoes will have to go back. But the pictures will entertain us forever.

Day 29?

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Tomorrow I will post some pictures that I am planning to take tomorrow. How is that for a blog entry?

Try to contain your excitement.

The Christmas trees on people’s cars are freaking me out. We still have turkey in the fridge forchrixsakes! I am NOT ready.

Not ready for ladies in Christmas sweaters.

Not ready for guilt-inducing charity Santas in front of grocery stores.

Not ready for the holiday catalogs.

NOT ready for the artificially created stress around making somebody’s dreams come true.

I am grumpy. I should buy myself something.

It’s moments like these that I appreciate the internet so much. When I can be touched by some strangers on a little screen and I know they are not “reality” TV, it makes me really happy. Mashed potatoes happy.

I almost forgot to post!

* scrambles out of bed*

So, here!

POST!

AKA macro gluttony show:

And off I go check the fridge for leftovers.

Minutes of amusement from watching this.

So glad nobody in my family participates in this sport.

First of all, let me show you our kitchen after the holiday monkeys were done with it.

Bastards, at least they know how to cook.

The first time in a …uhm…long, long time I ate irresponsibly. I did not pace myself. I just stuffed everything into my face and I enjoyed it SO MUCH.

I didn’t pause during the meal to take pictures of the gluttony. There was no time to be wasted. After all, I had serious competition.

Apologies for my simple wordage here but “What a great day!” And today was equally awesome but without the hosting responsibilities, fancy clothes and hours overseeing the monkeys. WITH all the food benefits = Heaven.

Also, we got to watch 6 hours of Man vs. Wild and we should have totally make it into a drinking game (everytime Bear takes off his shirt, everytime a pukelicious grub is eaten followed by heaving, etc). Nothing beats watching a man swimming around in testicle freezing glacier water while you are on a soft queen size bed.

To you, you AND you.

Now excuse me, I have to show my friend the lolcat website. OMG we have a lolcat virgin in the house. Clearly an emergency.

The house is almost ready for the onslaught of six more people. Right now, there is five of us already and two dogs – one with an extra shedding feature. And I told HIM to turn it OFF for the next two days. Le sigh.

Must. remember. to. charge. camera. batteries.

And here, please, imagine that I just have told you a great story about our Thanksgiving preparations.