DO THE CHICKENS HAVE LARGE TALONS?!

My life is like a mini-moment taken right out of "Napoleon Dynamite".

I swear, it's true.

On the phone with our e-mail provider and they give me - I'm not kidding - a "temporary password" that includes the word: TALON.

I just about fell out of my rolling chair.

Not to mention, I'm apoplectic with how much time they're taking -- we've been on the phone 25 minutes now, and they CANNOT tell me what the problem is.

Jeremy was so sweet, but WHAT THE HECK?! This can't be happening ...

THERE, Karyl, is my RANT for the evening.

-- D.

is this my life? is this my brother?!

okay, so who is this guy? anyone recognize him? every since I got up yesterday, I feel like I'm living in an episode (if it hadn't been a full-length movie) of 'Napoleon Dynamite' - which is, in turns, the stupidest - funniest - wierdest - zaniest - out of left field - MOVIE - I may have ever seen. I mean - the first time I saw it, I thought "that was just DUM dumb". You know? But within 2 days, lines from the movie kept repeating themselves in my head (first sign of mental illness?) and I could not stop laughing.

Who really says to their prom dance partner, "I like your sleeves. they're really big" COME ON. Yet, that is my fave line from the movie. It's just so - out there. LIKE MY LIFE.

So ... I post this photo today, because he could be MY brother (glad he's not, but still ... you know what I mean). He could be YOUR brother. And in the end, what the hell would be wrong with that!? NOTHING. It just would be what it would be.

life has just thrown me for a big fat loop this weekend, and for today, I am adopting KIP as my new family member. -- D.