Leap Year
Snuggle up with someone you love this Leap Year. Bonus Song of the Month (clip)


In other news, the archives still show up as code. Can anyone suggest a better webhost than *&^%((^&! Globat?

Ready, Steady, Go
As packed as can be.
The gadgets are secured in carry-ons. The snacks are stashed. The iPods are freshly reloaded with all kinds of treats (except for Harry & the Potters on Gabe's--I haven't had a chance to preview it first to check for inappropriate content). Hopefully, we won't forget our passports or plane tickets (so goes my nightmares lately).
This should be fun. I never got to go to England when I was 6.

Take a Sad Song and Make It Better
Spending the weekend immersed in the Beatles Anthology DVDs and not sleeping since the stomach flu has invaded poor Sam's little body. The rest of us (me) were up helping poor Sam all night.
Only Gabe slept.
Ugh. I need a drink.

More
Mini movie reviews:
Pink Panther: Though I hold a special place in my heart for the Great Clouseau, Steve Martin trying to imitate Peter Sellers is, in the end, just sad. And at the beginning, too. And why did Kevin Kline take such a dive?
Zathura (via Netflix): I loved it, the boys not so much.
Curious George: For babies, but Sam seemed to like it. I almost liked the music.
Nanny McPhee: The film in which Derek Jacobi, Colin Firth AND Emma Thompson look yucky. Why? WHY?
Brothers Grimm (via Netflix): More reasons to hate Matt Damon. I'd much rather Terry Gilliam got to finish Don Quixote. "I made that armor, it's not magic, just shiny."

Love, Love Me Do
Just finished reading the new Beatles bio, the one by Bob Spitz. I've read the Hunter Davies travesty and Anthology and just about anything else out there, but this one might be the best. It's well worth the 800 pages. So, John was a neurotic, drugged-out, jealous guy. And Paul was a pretentious, ambitious prig. George was always the also-ran in the group. And Ringo barely figures into the story. So, there you go.

(I actually had another version of this post but Safari crashed on me cuz I was out of HD space and I tried to save another file and it was a mess.)

I win!
Yesterday Sam told me I was the champion pooper in the family. I replied that we're all champion poopers in this house. I only said it to build some team spirit around here. I've never really tried to compete at that sort of thing.
And Gabe told me that my nose hairs were too long.


It's a pirate squirrel, by Gabe. Correction: "It's a squirrel with his eye poked out. Someone shot him in the eye with a gun."

He was right.

She said, "I know what it's like to be dead"
Sam's first tooth fell out this morning. Right into the sink and down the drain! I'm glad, since his big teeth were already sprouting.
Um, what else? Hmmm.
The boys have said a whole bunch of classic funny things lately, but I've neglected to write them down.

I've been enjoying this lately. It's about as much as I can handle.

Screw the Stupidbowl
To protest how one stupid game has assumed cultural signicance far beyond anything necessary, I will be indulging in another sport. I will be using my new interactive DVD and riding up l'Alpe d'Huez, one of the most famous of the Tour de France climbs. Wish me luck!
Allez!

I Once Had a Girl
February Song of the Month. Well, a clip, anyway.

For the time being, the Lair has expanded to include the bedroom.