Well folks, it’s been a good run and we all deserve a grilled cheese sandwich and then a short nap.
The adorable no-named sock monkey is no more!
May I present… NOODLES!
Or, “Mr. Noodles” to the more formally inclined.
Or “Field Marshall Noodles”, if he is your commanding officer in the Prussian army.
Either way… good work, peeps!
Grilled cheese ahoy!
Well, I have taken your humble suggestions, dumped them in a box, and with a Ragnarok-threatening SHAKE-SHAKE-SHAKE!… we are ready to roll!
WELCOME TO THUNDERDOME, BEETCHES!
Let the voting begin!
Most Splendiforous Sock Monkey Name?
Total Voters: 26
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Neglected you may be, but duty calls, my pearl-extruding readers.
I present you with Exhibit A:
Items of note:
All in all, rather similar.
However, the sock monkey is lacking in one single regard — IT HAS NO NAME!
My sisterwhoeatspoofortwo has asked me to not use my own singular talents to come up with the perfect name for the sock monkey.
No… she asks YOU for YOUR help.
In this, her hour of darkest need, you can do no less.
You… can do no less.
[Genuflects out of room.]
Over the holidays, I found myself in a conversation with My Lovely Wife and her parents about our dreams.
I got a few odd looks when I announced that the single most common recurring theme in my dreams was overly-elaborate underground shopping malls.
…
Am I the only one?
Was this month really the best time for me to decide that I was going to be posting everyday? Really?
The month that my work has gone plum loco intense in anticipation of me heading off next week to a conference (in BC! NORTHERN BC!)? And the month that I decided to take a week-long data conversion project and literally the minute I finished it discover that due to my beautifully undiscovered fuckup that every single record was wrong? The month that the amount of freelance work I do has amped up so much so that I needed to pony up for this oh-so-pretty MacBook Pro lying under my fingers so that I could actually get work done while away in BC meaning that the lovely Rockie Mountains will probably be free from my grubby paws for the majority of the trip? The month that my sisterwhoeatspoofortwo finally got over this whole pregnancy thing and actually birthed the wee Nugget mere weeks before my stunningly fabulous Nana finally went into the hospital for the operation that had been hanging over her head for the past handful of years and yes she’s doing great right now but she’s dealt with more crap than anybody should have to — English war bride and all — so anytime she’s not sitting pretty getting whatever she wants I worry?
(And that wasn’t even a sentence but now my battery’s about to kick out.)
And the month that fricking Heroes starts again?
Really? THIS WAS THE MONTH I PICKED??
I really do have some good stuff to write.
I’m just hunting for the time…
Please bear with me…
