Baltimore has been in the news a lot recently.  It’ sad and discouraging for the most part.  There have been a few bright spots.

I’ve been to Baltimore.  It’s a cool town.  But there’s something that always comes to mind when I think of Baltimore.

I guess I’m forever Tracy Turnblad.

What The?

wpid-20150426_115008.jpgThere I was, minding my own business, taking the land shark out to relieve himself, when I saw this. What the holy heck???

The photo doesn’t do it justice, really.  It’s about four inches long, not counting the antennae.

And I’m almost certain that after I snapped the picture it gave me the finger.  Or the segmented exoskeleton leg.  Or whatever biblical pestilences have.

Oh, and it growled at me, too.  I think.  I’m pretty sure.

He’s A Card, That One

I mentioned in a post yesterday that we are preparing into go full-on wedding prep mode.  My son’s informal beach wedding is in two weeks.  My folks are flying here from Pennsylvania the Thursday before the ceremony.  My mom texted me this morning to ask what my father should wear.  I figured the best thing for me to do was to ask Mr. R. what he plans on wearing.

wpid-screenshot_2015-04-19-11-16-29.pngI texted him at work to ask the question and this is the picture he sent me.  I am especially a fan of the pants.

I’m hopeful that my dad can find something like it so they can match.  Bah-hah-ha!