s e v e n i s a j o u r n e y

There is a local Cheezy-Poof analog, made by the Blue Bird snack company (and note that the “Blue Bird” is, in fact, the little blue penguin), called “Twisties” (tagline: “It’s a straight world without Twisties!”). They are essentially Cheetos — the regular, not the crunchy kind — shaped like little orange Cs, and when I tore open the bag just now, it reminded me strongly of the scene in Empire Strikes Back when Han Solo cuts open the Tauntaun. Only, you know, bright orange and crunchy. I don’t want to think about what this says about my psyche, only I DO note that I’m currently at work.

In other news, Yvonne and Joanne apparently had a blast wrangling the cows onto the back hill from horseback. I’m sorry I missed that !

Roadkill (name still pending) has decided that Rasputin is her New Best Friend, and pursues him relentlessly trying to convince him to play with her. He’s not quite on board yet, and has taken to traversing any given room along the tops of the furniture.