So many years ago, Mojo bought a tea plant. A real, honest-to-gosh, pluck-a-leaf-and-throw-it-in-boiling-water Camellia sinensis sort of plant. It was all part of her continuing quest for self-reliance and self-sufficiency; she thought maybe if she could have a personal source to supply her caffeine addiction it would be better than relying on The Man.  MORE Mojo! »

Attention all burglars: I may have alluded to this before, but in case there is any confusion allow me to reiterate: Mojo has THE WORST WATCHDOG on the face of the earth. It is to the point that, when I hear a car in the driveway, I look over at Rosie snoozing away in her bed and I say "Okay, someone's here. How long will it be before you notice?" Generally speaking they have to be walking in the house before she'll get up. I've come in and hung my coat up and flipped through the mail and checked for messages, and then finally shouted, "Okay, I'm here! I think I'll rob the house!" before I finally hear her rise up from her bed and come look at me through the balcony railing. Not come DOWN, mind you, until I ask her to--no, she'd just stand there wagging her tail if I didn't insist she come greet me properly. (And you think MOJO's lazy!)

Of course this is not the case when my Favorite Husband comes home. Oh, no, heaven forfend! Him coming home involves some sort of national holiday, the shameless flirt. Yay! Daddy's home! He's SO much more fun than Mojo, the woman who FEEDS me and BRUSHES me!

So anyway. Lately I've been waking up around three or four in the morning. I'm sure this is NOT due to perimenopause, as one friend has suggested, but instead due to a combination of my going to sleep around eight in the evening and living the vibrant, exciting lifestyle Mojo so enjoys. But since my Favorite Husband needs his beauty sleep, I tend to sneak out of the bedroom and bop quietly around downstairs until he happens to get up, which is around five. Early on I tried to get the dog to come with me, but she is such a slugabed I usually don't try anymore.  MORE Mojo! »

One last laugh....

If you are foolish enough NOT to click on any of the links this week, at the very LEAST you HAVE to click on this one. Bob and Ray showing their willingness to appeal to the younger generation. This was from a SNL special they did with the women of SNL--Jane, Laraine and Gilda. It was a pretty hit-or-miss affair, but they did bring up some classic routines, like the Spelling Bee and the Lucky Phone Call. But this clip, while a more recent offering (and featuring disco music to boot, which Mojo simply cannot stand) really tells you what Bob and Ray are all about.  MORE Mojo! »

Okay, it was mildly fun for a while, but now I'm sick of it. I hate trying to figure out what routes to take to get anywhere, only to find THEM closed, too. It took me over an hour to get to my Favorite Parents' house, because every road I attempted to use to go down south ended up closed.  MORE Mojo! »