A simulated tragedy.

Hansel is dead.  Tragically barbequed in his own kitchen due to my reluctance to teach him how to cook.  The fact that I forgot to install smoke detectors and a phone in the house probably didn't help either.  It's not easy running the universe.  I can see why that dude in charge of The Trueman Show eventually lost control of the whole deal....it's easy to do.  Gretel is heartbroken.  It's hard being a widow.  It's especially hard being the Widow Dogbiscuit, because for some reason Hansel's mortal remains are sitting in the middle of the lougeroom and I can't move them.  They're in a smart silver urn, which could easily be mistaken for a bowling trophy, except that Gretel has this compulsive urge to weep over it every time she walks past.   Which is putting a serious kink in her social life, because Mortimer from the swanky house on the hill has been a regular visitor up until the aformentioned tragic event, and he's not big on overt displays of grief.  Neither is he big on tact.....his solution is to tell Gretel a dirty joke and then try and get her to join him for a few laps in the hot tub.  Nasty little germ.  Maybe I should arrange for a lasagne related incident in his kitchen.    Bwahhahaha......I think I'm power hungry.   Today, Sim City....tomorrow, the world!!!!!

Scratch and sniff

Gingerbread scented....

please don't lick the screen.

Travellin' Man

Is this not the coolest bag

in the universe??

My kids have exquisite taste.  Now all I need is the matching hat and jumper.

Whisper Stories In My Ear - Audiobook Challenge

Since my hands are full of wedding decorations and cookie dough, I thought that this might be a good one to try.  Time to give my MP3 player a workout.  I'm hoping to get twelve book and reviews finished by years end.  Time will tell.

100+ Challenge 2011

Signed up for this

Just for kicks....and to see if I can really do it.