Tuesday, June 28, 2011

you can't beat a man at his own game

we were walking through walmart yesterday and cut through the infant department, an aisle we normally eschew. when bob asked why we were going that way i quipped "because i want a baby" to which bob quickly replied "what for, to sacrifice to satan?"

touche, sir, touche

Friday, May 06, 2011

shakespeare but just this once

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011


mascara makes me pretty, but bob's photography makes me beautiful

Sunday, January 02, 2011

yeah zombie dress-up!

it actually makes sense...jesus was a zombie, after all...