Sorry, nice mice, I'm too wiped to do much more than this on el blog today. So here is some more laughter to ease us all into the weekend. xo

P.S. Look at this, too. P. cracks me up.

Check out these terrible engagement photos for a bit of laughter...

Yay! Mouse's car is not totaled. Hurray hurray!

In celebration, I am sharing a funny Boyfriend comment in the Nibbles section of this post. Only click over if you have seen/don't care about spoilers for The Wire, Season 2.

I haven't done this in awhile...questionnaire to see whether Mouse, who is working at home today, counts as a grown-up:

1. Are you wearing pants that fit and are not pajamas? (Yes! +1)
2. Did you wake up before 9:30 a.m.? (Yes! +1)
3. Did you accomplish anything this morning? (Yes, +1)
4. Was it work-related? (No, it was pretty much going to Trader Joe's because we didn't get around to it on Sunday. And watching The Office. -3)
5. What was for lunch? (Leftover pad thai, +1, and a cupcake that was at least two weeks old. -6)
4. Did you open Word? (Nope. -5)
5. Did you open a work-related Website? (Yes! +1)
6. And did you then do work on the Website? (No. Sigh. -2)
7. Are there disturbances between you and working for which you are not responsible? (Um. Does laziness count? -1)
8. Are you blogging instead of working? (Um. Yes. -1)
9. Get to it, then. (Right. Off I go. +1)

Nope, definitely not a grown-up today.

Recap of delicious Southern food: these are my very favorites, the things I dream about sometimes in Chicago. Above is speckled butter beans, which my aunt grew herself; below is sweet corn, which my aunt used to grow herself. Now that she can't manage it anymore, people who want her to make sweet corn (it is legendary) donate ears of corn so she will make some. She freezes it in gallon Ziploc bags, but I swear, it doesn't come out right if it's prepared by anyone else, or prepared outside of her kitchen. Magic.

There was also egg pie, chess pie squares, fried chicken, fried okra, crowder peas, and seventeen or eighteen other dishes that I ate but can't remember.

Sigh. Unlicensed, uninsured man smooshed Bruno* while Mouse was sleeping on Saturday night.

*Where Mouse is from, we name our cars because, inevitably, you will be trying to get up a snowy hill and you will find yourself talking to your car. It helps if it has a name.