Your mother was a hamster!

No, seriously...she was. What?? You didn't know? Oh wow...sucks to find out like this huh? Didn't you ever wonder why you preferred cedar woodchips to a mattress? Or what about your penchant for crawling through anything that slightly resembled a toilet paper tube? Weirdo.

Now that I've carried that way further than I probably should have...my real reason for posting today. Anyone intersted in going to see Gaelic Storm with me this August for Irish Fest in Milwaukee? I've wanted to go for two years now and I've never been able to make it. Always some other stupid plan comes up (not to say my trip to Wyoming was stupid....). SO, this year I'm going to plan NOW and make it my top priority for those days in August. Nothing, not even a natural distaster could stop me from going. Ok, maybe a tsunami, but really, how many of those do we get in Wisconsin?? So, I'm trying to drum up some companionship for my Gaelic Storm quest. Apparently the fact that it was Ireland yesterday made me long for some good Irish culture.

Since I got such an outpouring of responses from my death match between the Gingerbread Man and the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, I've been searching for something else just as clever and witty to draw my readers back. Alas, I've come up with nothing. Maybe I can steal someone else's idea and claim it's my own. *Sigh* I've got nothing. Oh well. Your father smells of elderberries. Take that.