You might as well finish it.

I've got to be honest…

I'm totally lovin' Jodi's new Finish It! actions.

The Spawn of Shakespeare and I find ourselves spending a questioningly healthy amount of time bonding over various episodes, new and repeated, of Bones.

And I keep asking myself whether or not the show is entirely appropriate for children…

On one hand, they can name the majority of the bones…

I now have a *not* unprecedented urge to go out and spend all of my allowance on hot pink fishnets and roller skates.

Wanna come?

The boys have been on my case for the last month about the new Transformers movie…

I was reminded on a daily basis that it was coming… And that I would need to put on my big girl panties and brave the theaters as soon as it did. (For those…

Somebody must’ve tripped upon and then subsequently dislodged that surprisingly heavy rock under which I’ve been living here recently, as I finally got around to watching Lost in Austen this past weekend.

Although, to be completely honest, it wasn’t entirely the rock’s fault that I wasn’t aware…

Which really shocked me.

Since I was going to see Twilight.

And I really wanted to see Twilight.

And I, like, never really get anything I want without surviving a disaster or two first.

But as I was saying, there were no natural disasters in Madison.

And I actually got…

I'm still still alive.

And while things are still really hectic and topsy-turvy around these here parts, I thought I'd sneak in for a minute to say…

Neener. Neener.

Remember when I announced to the [bloggity] world at large that

Nicole Locher is my hero.

Don't know who Nicole Locher is? Well, by all means, let me introduce you to her… Well, not her, exactly, but her clothing line:

Pretty little shirt, eh? Delicate and feminine with the added beauty of vintage-style…