That Man is CRACKED

This dude. Is. Trippin'. Surrounded by an angry monkey, gossipy dwarfs, an acorn bell, a starfish, and a musical leprechan, he has GOT to feel out of place. I mean, what was he thinking getting mixed up in this crowd? Oh well, at least he's got a guardian angel on his shoulder.

Yes, I'm blogging. Gasp. And it's not for iTaggit this time. Gasp. It's about the deeper things in life.

Like Perrier, which I have developed a deep appreciation of, and not just because I get to pretend to be fluent in French if but just for one second.

What else has changed? I have been eating boiled eggs a lot. What does it mean when the white part comes off with the shell? Does that mean I cooked it too long? This recent batch gives me hiccups. Cooking is so hard.

Besides my recent eating and drinking episodes, I suppose I have been spending a great deal of time wondering about things, much like Thoreau. I'll be sharing more later. Please keep reminding me to post. I love love love posting!