Since I’ve started this new job, I only get to see my parents on Sunday. Some may say that’s a really good thing, but I do miss them terribly.

My mom’s an aficionado of terrible B movies, and once again last night she didn’t disappoint. Since she rules the roost when it comes to just about everything the remote control, we were subjected to watching another Rebecca DeMornay classic, “Mother’s Day”.
Two hours of slash, stab, shoot, burn, torture, tying with Saran Wrap and… oh what the hell, let’s stab ’em once again just in case.

It is in times like these when I turn around and catch Harold gripping on his favorite “brotha from another mutha”, The Kisses.
They say that the more you live with an animal the more you start looking alike.
Begs the question: Orchid? Where you hidin’ your shrimp tail missyhoohoo?

(And that’s my 5th blog entry in one week. I’m happy to announce that the NOFM ain’t gettin’ my five bucks this week! So SUCK IT!)