Monday, December 8, 2014

just look the other way and I'll disappear forever

I keep losing my mouse cursor thingy on my computer screen, and that's always the time when the touchpad decides it doesn't feel my fingers anymore.  I feel like it's possible that maybe the reason my computers keep acting up isn't them . . . it's me.  Maybe I transmit some weird kind of energy that causes electromagnetic anomalies.  I bet that's it.

I am Rogue, probably!  This is a very exciting development.  In related news, finding such a sanitized picture of Rogue is a little like finding a needle in a haystack.  The image search on her is very depressing.

Last night John and the kids and I all sang a song together at our extended-family FHE, and it was like a dream come true.  I love, love, love singing with my family.  We blend really well, probably because we are all related, and even when it is a "boring song," according to Grant, it is a pretty boss experience to sit there and listen to my children lift their voices in song.  Inch by inch we are nearing my family band goal.  We'll be singing "Don't Shoot Me, Santa" in no time!

Groceries scratched me on the chin the other day because we were trying to hold him like a human baby when he wasn't in the mood.  That's okay, I respect his distance.

The buck goat that is staying with us has the weirdest voice.  It's really loud and high-pitched like he's being tortured all the time, which is going to be a self-fulfilling prophecy if he doesn't watch out.  You're not going to have any friends if you don't learn how to chill, fella.