This weekend was pretty crunked out, and no, I do not use that term loosey-goosely. It was extremely cranked up, pumped to the max, as far as weekends go, whoa whoa.
First, Halloween occurred but I had to double-time it with the dress rehearsal for the Saturday Bolly dance-stravaganza. However, costumes still happened, natch.
I was the Internet phenomenon, Spaghetti Cat! Well, technically, I was the cat and boyfie was the spaghetti (I cooked real noodles!). Low-maintenance is our mantra. Photo shoot ensued.
Original Spaghetti Cat:
First take, Spaghetti Cat:
Second take, Spaghetti Cat:
Third take, Spaghetti Cat Contemplates Noodles/Life:
Paparazzi Shot #1, Spaghetti Bat(?):
Paparazzi Shot #2, Spaghetti Cat—Up Claws and Purrrr-sonal:
Paparazzi Shot #3, Boyfie Bewitches While Maintaining Privacy:
Paparazzi Shot #4, Boyfie Is Mysterious Stranger:
Then, all of Saturday, dance show happened! It was insane, off the chain, in the membrane! Thank you so much to everyone who came out to see it! I currently only have one photo documenting a final dazzle pose, but use your imagination and/or patience to fill in the rest.
Then I detoxed on Sunday by watching The Omen, a scary movie, in which, well, for lack of a better way to put it, shit goes down. I am unclear exactly how much watching this movie actually realigned my chakras, if at all.
In retrospect, I am pretty mad that Julia Stiles got on the tippy-top of a stool to hydrate roses when she was clearly going to fall several feet after her demon child ran into her with his Razor-esque kick scooter (totally not meant for indoor purposes, btdubs, even if you are the Antichrist). She did go to Columbia after all! She’s no dummy.
If you have a nanny, especially a creepy Mia Farrow nanny, you can also afford a no-nonsense maid, a la Mr. Belvedere or Geoffrey from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. He can water those pesky flowers and prevent inconvenient hospital bills! Yeah, I’m sorry too that I’m trying to transpose logic over a movie about the son of a jackal and his reign of kinder-terror.
In conclusion, yesterday, while perusing a book vending institution, I found the following: Sock Monkey in a Box!!! You’re welcome.
The Jefferson Memo!
These are our little kiddies who performed before us. Some delightful tourist asked if any of them were in Slumdog Millionaire. I KNOW.
They are, in fact, looking straight hood here though.
Pretty in pink!
Pretty in pink 2: Back in the habit!
I weaseled my way into this picture.
Oh, me again!
I look discontented. WHY!
Oh wow, me again. It’s like I rigged it.
Soulful. Simple. 
Lady Gaga would be proud. We are just dancing.
My friend Shailee rockin’ it.
Giggle.
Somehow running out of self-involved captions.
Fun cheesy ending pose!
We are done-zo.
I have trouble looking at the camera!
There goes my soul!
