Do You Have Rocks In Your Head?

My poor mother would ask me that whenever I appeared not to be listening to her sage advice (which was fairly often during my turbulent teenage developmental years.)

The poor grasshopper hoped against hope that I would quietly go away into the weedy grasses so that he could live his wild life as a wild camo grasshopper, but I'm stubbornly persistant so we played a game of statue stare for at least five minutes. I think I've turned into my mother.

Hope everyone had a terrific Tuesday. I got nothing accomplished save for the trip to the consignment shop where I pieced together a Cyndi Lauper outfit. Now all I need to do is drop thirty pounds and grow my hair out red. Oh Yeah! Everybody knows that girls just want to have fun!