Unrelated matters again
May. 9th, 2010 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mariness1. Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there!
2. Speaking of mothers, a limerick:
A dragon once said to his mummy,
I need something to warm my tummy,
The gold I gave you,
will certainly do –
Although perhaps you think that is scummy?
3. If you missed the Saturday Night Live hosted by Betty White last night, it's up on Hulu.com, so get off Livejournal, stop missing it, and go listen to Betty White talk about her muffin (the NPR parody is also spot on) and chat with a census worker.
And while we're on the topic, this remains one of my all time favorite Betty White late night moments.
4. Alas, I must confirm the dire hints on my Twitter feed: the Little One is in deep, but deep, but deep, disgrace, thanks, he claims, entirely through his bravery in tracking down a small lizard, and thanks, I point out, to his refusal to obey my explicit and repeated orders to LEAVE ALL LIZARDS ALONE since they eat bugs. His 3 am chase involved the lizard, the table, the chair, two high bookshelves, a wide sheath of destruction, a lamp, and, most distressingly, the crocodile harp from southeast Asia that went crashing into the table. The table is fine; the lizard is fine; the crocodile's tail, not so much. I can't help thinking that the crocodile would have preferred to be wounded in some more glamorous, or at least, useful, manner.
2. Speaking of mothers, a limerick:
A dragon once said to his mummy,
I need something to warm my tummy,
The gold I gave you,
will certainly do –
Although perhaps you think that is scummy?
3. If you missed the Saturday Night Live hosted by Betty White last night, it's up on Hulu.com, so get off Livejournal, stop missing it, and go listen to Betty White talk about her muffin (the NPR parody is also spot on) and chat with a census worker.
And while we're on the topic, this remains one of my all time favorite Betty White late night moments.
4. Alas, I must confirm the dire hints on my Twitter feed: the Little One is in deep, but deep, but deep, disgrace, thanks, he claims, entirely through his bravery in tracking down a small lizard, and thanks, I point out, to his refusal to obey my explicit and repeated orders to LEAVE ALL LIZARDS ALONE since they eat bugs. His 3 am chase involved the lizard, the table, the chair, two high bookshelves, a wide sheath of destruction, a lamp, and, most distressingly, the crocodile harp from southeast Asia that went crashing into the table. The table is fine; the lizard is fine; the crocodile's tail, not so much. I can't help thinking that the crocodile would have preferred to be wounded in some more glamorous, or at least, useful, manner.