Three things.
- We found these on the library lawn this morning. Obviously, there's only one explanation: Gob Bluth is STALKING ME. I'm more than okay with that.
- This weekend, we were visiting with my grandmother. She picked up the book I'm reading, and said, "Oh. Well, lots of them are artists and dancers and writers." A full 45 seconds passed before I was able to splutter, "No, Oma. With the wings. The little... you know... flying? With the wings?"
- I've been nominated for a Blogger's Choice Award. Feel free to vote for me. Or not.