“Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?”

This, the question posed by one of my attorneys as I let him into our suite, because I had asked him “Who was that masked man?” [Tag line at the end of each episode of “The Lone Ranger”, to which the response was inevitably, “I don’t know. But he left this silver bullet.”]

I told my attorney, “Wrong show.”

“But the Shadow knows.”

“So does every woman who has dated a man.”

“Funny, that’s what my wife says!”

The Yarn Harlot was brilliant as usual yesterday, and I am buying that pattern.

Knitting Daily’s email yesterday was entitled “Knitting Patterns for Men”. Why on earth would I want to knit myself a man? I would probably just have to frog him repeatedly. [Froggings will continue until morale improves.]

Oh, I crack myself up!

Just in case you weren’t convinced of it already, Facebook is insidious. I was shinnying down my Wall, when I read that one of my [pregnant] friends was craving Taco Bueno. And I had already been thinking about Taco Bueno, wondering if I wanted to get in the car when I was so comfy here at home.

I think we know the answer to that.



MovieMom had this beautiful little film on her blog.



May we all be more gentle with one another. And, because I am four:



Click to embiggen. I drove behind that bus for several miles on Monday morning. The motto on all the other buses in the station reads Stop Less Go More. Some wiseguy removed the S from this one.