Cheesy goodness

Since I spent the past two days checking out the view from high atop my soapbox, I thought maybe I should just go ahead an plan to write the next few posts on education, immigration, and tax policy, respectively.  That way I could feel pretty confident about alienating just about everyone out there, one way or another.

On second thought, though, I decided I’d probably enjoy writing a post about beer a lot more.  So that’s what I’m going to do. You’ll see it posted at Hoperatives in the next few days.  I’ll be sure to let you know what that happens.

Other than that brief note, I’ve only got one other thing to mention: did anyone else happen to notice that it’s been raining a bit lately?

Yes, as always, the sarcasm here is free of charge.

For what it’s worth, though, I give you reason #487 that all the rain we’ve gotten in April really blows:  the Puddin Pop and Mini Me are signed up to have their first go at instructional baseball this summer and the first practice tonight lasted all of about 12 minutes.  Practice started promptly at 5:30 because there happened to be an unfamiliar bright orange ball in the sky for much of the afternoon.  However, at 5:42, the heavens opened up yet again and we got our daily soaking; practice was thusly cancelled.  Oh well, maybe next week.

While I’m on the subject of weather, I have a quick question for you.  I was wondering if someone could identify the object in the image below.  I happened to come across it earlier today:

Nope, sorry.  It’s still the Cheez Ball of Doom*.

Actually, I did get to catch some sunshine today, and while it was certainly nice, it made me realize just exactly how dark, grey, and rainy things have been around here lately.  When I walked out into the light, I was momentarily disoriented and had to squint and cover my eyes.  For a second I thought maybe I was on fire or something, but then I realized I was just seeing the sun.

So, yes, after all the stormy, rainy, build-a-boat-300-by-50-by-30-cubits weather lately, exposure to sunlight this morning had me spontaneously wondering if I might, in fact, have finally become a vampire.

I didn’t turn to ash, though, so I guess I’m not undead.

Still, I could totally go for a rare steak.  But I guess that’s not unusual.


*Incidentally, in one of my proudest moments not related to my children, I recently found out that if you google “orange cheez ball of doom”, Puddintopia is one of the top search results returned.  There’s my contribution to society, right there.  My work here is done.