Back by popular demand: more self-revelation

A couple of problematic things come to mind to share.

One is that I can't stop saying "Woopsie Doodley Do" when something goes awry.
For this problem I am blaming Ned Flanders (the Simpsons' next-door neighbor for you non-viewers). He is extremely clean-cut, doesn't swear and is always saying dorky things. On Sunday night's episode he said "Okilly-dokilly."
I'm all for making up words, but I'm starting to annoy myself.

#2 Am I the only person who consistently gets bitten by fleas when I go to discount stores? If this isn't annoying I don't know what is. I get bites on my ankles and around my waist. They just jump off the merchandise and head for my skin. Fortunately it doesn't happen in the supermarket I patronize.
Ralph doesn't have this problem. Neither do our children. My skin must be sweet...

All for now. Stop by again soon.

One way to spend a half hour

I just Simpsonized myself.

Presenting ->>> >>>>

Those are my cat's ears. I guess I should go back and fix the picture.

Happy 400th!

Tonight will mark the airing of the *4ooth* episode of "The Simpsons."
Let's hear it for that lovable family from Springfield, Any State, USA.
I thought I would take a minute here to congratulate the cast and creators of this show and to thank them for many years of enjoyment.
There is nothing I can write that can do the show justice, or that hasn't already been written.
I saw some clips from tonight's episode on my homepage yesterday and I am looking forward to watching it.
I don't watch too much TV (I prefer using the computer and sleeping) so this is a big event for me, as I'm sure it is for millions of other fans.

A few years ago I took to affectionately calling my husband Homer.
I don't always call him that, but it does slip out from time to time.