snort

I've been reflecting on myself this morning, and not in a great way. I should never weigh myself first thing in the morning. Plus, I just slept on my wet hair last night, I'm broken out, and I hate all my clothes. Well, all but two things. Wait, three, I forgot my scurvy t-shirt.

So, yeah, not thrilled.

And then my son, watching Pinocchio, says, "Mommy! That's you!" And he's pointing at the Blue Fairy.

(Hey, I have been a pair of pliers, Mover Rich, and a curlers-wearing sheep. I might have been the fish or the cat in this movie. At least the Blue Fairy looks like a chick.)

Writer's Block: Local Favorite

[Error: unknown template qotd]The World's Largest Shell Factory, of course. (Scroll down, see the sign!)

Resistance is futile. You will see this when you visit us, unless you have already. And even then, we may make you go again. It's like the world's largest ball of string or those funky motels on Route 66--pure kitschy, tacky Americana. But with that Florida twist.

Plus, hello, world's largest!

jkason, have we taken David yet?

(I find it intriguing that I can now shop the Shell Factory online. This raises a host of possibilities for the holidays and housewarmings.)