Truly Outrageous

Last week Katie S. e-mailed me a truly outrageous story of glamor and glitter, fashion and fame.

It was about her sixth birthday party.

"I don't remember much from the party, other than it was 1987 and my first "kid party," with all the kids from the neighborhood invited to play games like drop the clothespin, pin the tail on the donkey, etc. - but I do remember walking into the kitchen as my mom and aunt surveyed the birthday cake they'd just picked up from the local bakery."

At this point Katie tells me she heard words from her mother and aunt that her little 6-year-old brain couldn't quite comprehend.

Which is perfectly understandable, once you realize that Katie's mom asked for the 80s cartoon pop star JEM:

"Jem is my name, no one else is the same...JEM!!"

And got Beavis being attacked by a small purple Yeti:

"Trolo-lo-lo-llooo!"

To give this an audial analogy, that's kind of like expecting this:

And getting this:

(I dare you to watch the whole thing without crying.)

Oh, and did you notice that I managed to find the exact napkin design from Katie's party? Did you? I AM GOOD, y'all.

Chasing Shadows, Part Deja Vu

[alarm clock clicking to 6:00 AM]

[Sonny & Cher caterwauling to I Got You, Babe]

Ok, Campers, rise and shine! 'Cuz it's Groundhog Day!

Or, as Brenda here knows it:

"Groad Hogs Day"

Today is the day that we celebrate the.. day...by having this cheeky little fella:

aka "the guy with the crappy back end":

"Did I do that?"

...drive around town with Bill Murray looking for a weather forecaster who has no shadow. Which I think makes the weather forecaster a vampire.

 Ah, American holidays*.

Today is also the day when we find out if winter will end soon or not.

 Hm...

 [clickety click click click]

via weather.com one year and 12 hours ago

Yeah. Good luck with that, every-state-but-Florida.

So, unless shadowless weather forecasters are run over by rodent and celebrity driven automobiles, I'd say most of you are due to see a lot more of this:

"Squashed octopodes?"

Er, no. I mean this:

"Blue crabs?"

No, no, no!

THIS:

[crickets chirping]

Oh, never mind.

Happy Grounn Dhog Day, y'all.

Thanks to Brenda M., M.Z., Melissa B., Saundra, Karen C., Jamie, & Kevin H., who would like to remind you to never drive angry. Especially with a quadruped. 

See you tomorrow, campers!

*Actually, I hear Canadians celebrate Groundhog Day, too. Except their vampire weather forecasters use beavers** to raise the stakes. [insert beaver joke here] [insert 'BWAHAHAHA!' here] [insert apology for beaver joke here]

**May or may not be entirely untrue.