Saturday, November 21, 2009

Just a little poop story.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Coraline.  She loved to be forgo clothing (I'm trying to prevent this story from attracting unsavory Internet types, here).  If no-one was looking, she would remove her vestments and run around the house au naturale.  This has resulted in the poorly sealed floors of their home being impregnated with urine in a number of spots, a fact which their parents don't plan on advertising to prospective homebuyers someday.

One day, Coraline was, as usual, running around in her birthday suit.  Suddenly, she decided she had to go, and it wasn't pee this time.  Now Coraline, having a fastidious nature uncoupled from actual fastidious habits, could have used the potty right next to her, but...well, she's working on that.  Instead, she put on a pullup, did her business, and then removed it.  All without telling her parents.  She continued to play.

Her mother discovered a poop-filled diaper on the floor of the playroom, very close to the proper poop receptacle. The end.  We're leaving off the cleaning details, because you can imagine.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

He burns at the center of time...

...but luckily they have a cream for that now.

Who's scarier?

Aizay calls this his "Journal of Impossible Things"

Don't blink!

nice sideburns

The doctor's new companion?

Does anyone have any ideas about what is happening in this last photo?