It’s sort of funny.
After putting up the Fluid Pudding Hippo Banner, I quickly received six e-mails saying, “I’m really hating that hippo banner.”
One of my six unsolicited banner judges even said, “I don’t think I can come back here as long as you have that hippo banner.”
Yesterday I woke up and said, “You know what, Hippo Haters? I’m not really liking the hippo, either.”
So, I put up a photo of my hand getting ready to make out with a zombie. And that banner sort of sucked, too.
Please be patient with me as I learn to work with banners. Better yet, go visit Secret Agent Josephine. While you’re there, go ahead and nominate me for her free monthly web graphic drawing. Look at me over here. I’m all naked, severely unperky, and in desperate need of something adorable to cover my top.
Because it’s Sunday, I’m about to leave you with some words of wisdom. Last night, Meredith called me into her room and said the following: “Mommy, you can’t just keep getting a new cat and then letting it die and then naming your next cat after the dead cat so you always remember the dead cat. The best thing to do is make a picture book with a million pages to help you remember your dead cats. Fill out a page every time a cat dies, and then you can name your new cat whatever you want.”
(Meredith did not hear us joking about cat chili yesterday. I honestly have no idea where the million-paged dead cat notebook idea came from. But I DO think that everyone needs a million-paged dead cat notebook. Wait! I have just unstumped you on the holiday shopping for the Person Who Already Has Everything, haven’t I? You’re welcome.)
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One could fill that notebook with pictures from each year’s Million Dead Cat March.
I liked the hippo. I am sad he is gone. I am glad you didn’t stick with the zombie, I think that would have scared me.
Secret Agent Josephine is here! (via linkage thank you very much) I need to see this hippo banner! I bet I could make you a hippo banner that would make you happy. Email me.
You guys? Secret Agent Josephine was HERE. (AND, so was Dooley and Hotch Potchery!) Why does it still surprise me when people stop by?
delurking to say I HATED THE HIPPO. really, i did. thank you….
Horse Feathers is kind of awesome. I’m going to start saying that now.
Kathybee–The hippo was wrinkly and hairy. So Am I.
Mom on a Wire–I’m with you. It’s so much better than Fiddlesticks.
I have a friend who worked in local commercial production, and at one point he had a video of Steve Goedeker screwing up his lines in a commercial squeaking “Horse feathers!” over and over.
Your legs. They look uncomfortably wound. Or have you been doing yoga?
I liked the zombie make out and the hippo. Hey, I am easily pleased.
Ooh, look, dust!
I liked the hippo!
But a feathered-horse would be lovely too.
Christmas Shopping: DONE!
I love “horse feathers” as an expression. Perhaps because it sounds like something a character would say in Ann of Green Gables and/or Little House on the Prairie, and I have a life-long fixation with both.
What? No, I didn’t just say that. I have no idea what you’re talking about.
While I didn’t hate the hippo exactly, I do believe I commented about how he did make me feel rather icky on the inside. Yeah, sorry.
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