Headless chicken

That is pretty much what I look like these days. I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to make sure I have all the things we need for our trip all while trying to make sure all my work is done.

It is crazy, to say the least.

Throw in that we have a surprise for Army of Dad tonight. I can't say what it is in case he reads the blog, but suffice it to say that I won't be home to work or pack or whatever.

So, lack of blogging can be attributed to that. LabKat, who has been neglecting her blog because of a new job, said she'd post some things I have set aside and possibly guest blog. So, beware. ;)


A few random thoughts:

Why is it that The Cure has such great upbeat and dancy tunes but with the saddest lyrics?

Did Corey Hart really wear his sunglasses at night?

Who is Al Green that Adam Ant mentions in Goody Two-Shoes?

I have Pippin and Merry on my LOTR-a-day calendar. Purring.

I love Phil Collins and Genesis. That had to be one of the weirdest rock bands of my youth. An old middle-aged guy with a great voice and sound.

I'm sad that I won't be SPFing this week.

And, lastly, I had the best frozen coffee drinkg at Hasting's the other day - a cocamochanut. Ohmigosh. probably 4,000 calories, but it was heaven in a plastic cup with a straw.