I'm reposting these effing awesome vintagey "Up" posters, spotted at Love You Big via this blog, where there are even more. I love "Up." I may or may not have cried three separate times.* Posters by Eric Tan.

* What? I'm scared of fire.

SQUEEEEEEAK! Tiny Niece and Tiny Nephew sent me drawings of mice for my birthday! That one above, by Tiny Niece, is (from left)* Country Mouse,** Tiny Niece, Mouse, Tiny Nephew, and Handyman. I am big and multicolored because I am the Birthday Girl, I'm told. Tiny Niece is rocking some pink and purple, too, because that's how she rolls.
This one is by Tiny Nephew. The mouse is the located slightly to the right of the center, in the middle of the page, in the middle of a giant loop. I think he made me teeny and square because I am the Birthday Girl. I love his Pollock period.

Thanks guys, love you!

* This is my guess. Country Mouse, tell me if I'm wrong!
** That actually does remind me of Country Mouse. Something about the smile.

Yeah, I just looked up the Julia Child duck recipe my mother chose, Pate de Canard en Croute, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, page 571. The thing runs several pages--with illustrations in which the chef has perfectly manicured fingernails--and includes, as stuffing, another several-page concoction. Basically it's duck stuffed with meats and folded into a pastry tart thing.* But it's pretty much chicken in a basket. Two points.**

* I don't know, Julia. This sounds a little like an early version of my brothers' favorite Thanksgiving fare, turducken. They like to do it in a deep-fryer. To which I say ew.
** By the way, November is upon us and He Mouse is officially lost to college basketball for the foreseeable future. If we didn't watch most of the games at a bar with good tater tots, I wouldn't ever see him again until the end of March Madness. Two points for tater tots, too.

Oh my god, micies. My mother has just decided that we are going to cook Julia Child's infamous duck for Thanksgiving instead of turkey. Hoo boy. She has even assigned preparatory homework.

I'll be sure to document the process. Thanks to Petite Chablis, we will at least be happily drunk as we attempt to cook the duck.

Anybody else taking on grand feats for Thanksgiving? My family doesn't really like turkey, so we tend to do elaborate other things. Last year we cooked quail, which was yummy. We may or may not have dropped two of them on the floor.* Shhh...

(Image from here.)
* What?! They're tiny and aerodynamic.

Can we please be finished with these bags? I see them all the time, every day. Time for something else, porfa.

There's an interesting slideshow of "smiling animals" over at Huffington Post today. Except I don't know about this sheep. Smiling? He looks sort of smug to me. Like he is plotting my downfall.