Ok, so you all understand by now that this does not involve actual food. Unless you happen to have some sitting by your computer, in which case the big questions are, “Does it have chocolate and how will you be getting it to me?”
The Potluck is TexasHolly’s creation. You know her, over at June Cleaver Nirvana? So she does these happy little internet potluck parties every Monday. So now’s the time!
This got a little odd this week. “Negative impacts of dishwashers,” brought people to visit me, and I don’t know why. I am typically pretty positive about dishwashers, as long as the dishwasher in question is not me. “Candace Olson’s handwriting,” also directed people here. Is something wrong with Candace Olson’s handwriting? Does she need a decorating-addicted speech therapist for it? That’s pretty uncommon. And finally, Google thought people searching for a “permanent mouth guard” needed to stop by. I wish people who got here with these strings would leave comments telling me if they found what they were looking for. It’d be nice to know.
This feature will once again be brought to you in pictures.
We heard the crash. We both yelled “NIMBUS!!” only for Nimbus to pop his head up from where he was snoozing in a pile of clean laundry on the bed. Nope, the perpetrator of this charming little piece of breakage was the quiet, tiny, delicate cat. Proof that Evil can come in small packages.
Although no one specifically requested points this week, there were a few efforts tossed out in the comments that were really deserving. C’mon people, toot your own horn! You deserve points, ask for ‘em! But this week I am honoring people who confessed to also having list obsessions. So for admitting to being just as dysfunctional as I am, I hereby award +4 Martha Points each to: Gina @ 3 Ring Cottage, Katie @ Katies Dailies, Mrs. D @ Mrs. D Menopause Mom’s Blog, and Molly @ Gemini’s Dream. Thank you all, ladies, for helping normalize what is clearly irrational behavior.
Triathlon Training: I wish I had better things to share here. I was so fried from the trip that I did not make it to the gym a single time this week. And I haven’t actually been really consistent since before catching diptheria and typhoid at Easter. So this means that I’m going to have to push REALLY hard over the next few months. So expect rambling posts and shots of me in mis-matched spandex coming soon to a blog near you.
- Goldfish crackers.
Ok, I think that’s about it for this week. Please don’t trip on the watermelon rinds.