FLY! FLY!

You know, I realize that I am "different" (different = weird). I know that I am not your every day, ordinary, mom-type person. I relish my oddness, love my weirdness, embrace my wackiness.

But it SURE DOES do me good when I find someone out there who is WEIRDER THAN I AM!!!!

Take, for instance, this post from the website, Cute Overload. I am a massive Wizard of Oz fan, but there is someone out there who is... dare I say it... a bigger NUTCASE than I am!!!! (I especially like the commentary. hee hee)

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"What, you think it’s easy to look menacing while you’re dangling from piano wire with some 300-pound Teamster at the other end? Try it sometime, pal!"

"But do people remember? No, it’s Dorothy this, and Scarecrow that, and those lousy, stinking Munchkins…"

"Oh, don’t get me started on the Munchkins. Every frickin’ day, running around the commissary singin’ ‘Ding-dong, the witch is dead,’ only they ain’t usin’ the word ‘witch,’ if you get my drift…"

"… wild parties every night in their trailer, and the next morning? Passed out drunk on the set."

"No sense of professionalism, none whatsoever. Not like us."

The Tadpole Saga - Addendum

...Poor Bob has gone to the great swamp in the sky. :(

We returned from our trip to find Bob lying in the sand on the bottom of his side of the tadpole enclosure. He looked like he had been "gone" for several days.

Poor DS shed a few tears. So did I. But we tried our best, and that's all anyone can do. Nature is not always kind. That's a hard lesson to learn, sometimes.

At least Doug is still with us. He is swimming happily right-side-up. Yay! But that tail is as long as ever. When will he start morphing????

R.I.P., Bob. We'll miss you.

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