(via Dave from Dulamae's fickr page)
Just when I think Dave has posted one too many drunken, flip-off photos of me and I would like to slather superglue all over his mouse, he sends this beauty. Instant forgiveness and state of grace, epiphenita-style (which is to say, peeing your pants while laughing your way to hell). Thank you, Dave. I can't seem to wear the humor out of this one.
*Shit. I miscounted the spawn menagerie. Got lost in a sea of navy blazers, blue prairie print dresses and matching hair forms. (Epiphenita, you mean they don't have fifteen kids? Only fourteen? What a bunch of procreating failures.) Is the urge to toss a