The rain is pouring. The sun is shining.
The perfect time for new Neko Case.

Inception.

Another year older. Another search for the Fountain of Youth.

My goodness.

In spite of the weeklong rain, sunflowers have emerged!

Saturday night baseball! All-we-can-eat hot dogs! What could go wrong!

Accurate.

Nine-carrot gold!

Sunday Morning Comin’ Up

Success!!!

I’m not too good at growin’ carrots, I see.

Words will fall short in describing what happened last night in the middle of a movie at the Fashion Square Mall. Fortunately, there’s a photo.

The Easter Bunny — seemingly in slow-motion with nightmarish hints of Donnie Darko — climbed the stairs of the nearly empty theater to sit next to, hold hands with, and pretend-drink the soda of my boyfriend. While he questioned our safety, Elizabeth, Betsy and I questioned our sanity. What exactly is extra in the Pibb Xtra, anyway? Gladly, both were in tact.

How long this encounter lasted, we’ll never agree — I mean, it was long enough for Beelzebunny to mime-beg for food! But we screamed and cried with laughter during what would have otherwise been a lackluster film.

Thank you for your visit, Creepster Bunny. Though your fluffy tail was gone too soon, you were well worth the price of “Admission.”

oatmeal:

Publishing this pic for marriage equality.  Also, for bacon.

THANK YOU. This is all I’ve been picturing all day. Yay, bacon! Yay, equality!