Fancy

There are many things that occur in this house that I have no explanation for.  Sometimes (okay, often times) “the borrowers” of the house move things that I know I left right there.  There are funny noises that are ever-present in an old house (ours was built in 1913).  In short, the usual list of maladies.

Then there are the happenings that I know the origin of, and yet still have no words.  For example, I know where this hideous pink feather monstrosity came from, I just have no words to express my feelings about this picture.

Alright, I joined the herds.

Everybody over at Flickr is playing the game. I saw it a couple of weeks ago and thought about doing it, but then lost interest when I decided it was too time consuming. I finally broke down and did it, so here is my re-re-re-re-re-entry into the blogosphere. You can play, too.

Oh, and Randy just played along, too.  Here is his.