So Mojo, despite her heartless demeanor and misanthropic outlook, nonetheless likes her pwetty fwowers. Probably because they don't talk back, as I've probably joked before. Anyway, the mountain laurel have been very pretty this past week, so yesterday I risked life and limb and went out in the back yard to take pictures of some of the random wild bushes blooming around the property.

(I took other pictures, too, when I walked down to the lake the other day, but that was using my crappy camera phone. In the bright sunlight all the flowers got burned out to a white blob. I am hoping that will not be the case when my NEW DROID INCREDIBLE theoretically arrives later today. We Shall See.)  MORE Mojo! »

It turns out my Favorite Husband might be going away on bidness for the rest of the week. He doesn't know yet. Since his new car is due for service he will have to take my little pickup and *I* will take the new one, so I can get it to the dealer.  MORE Mojo! »

Okay, so I'm driving around, trying to get into the Christmas spirit and wondering what I am going to blog about instead of my usual litany of complaints. And I decide today, being the last day before a week or so off, I would announce next year's project, which I have dubbed Mojo's Exciting Year of Crap.

This is how it's (hopefully) going to work, although some of the details are still a bit mushy in Mojo's fertile and creative brain. Once a month or so next year, Mojo is going to resurrect the Craptacular, bigger 'n' better than ever, to excite and entrance my many fans and to (incidentally of course) clear my house of some of the ensuing detritus that has accumulated since the LAST Craptacular.

The whole point of this next year's Craptacular--ooops, sorry, I mean, Mojo's Exciting Year of Crap (gotta get that branding started early, don'tcha know), is that all the money won in the various auctions will be going in an accumulating pot or kitty or whatever I shall call it--right now I'm sort of stuck on "The Vat o' Charity" but I don't think I like that so much. During the year I will be holding special secret contests and trivia games and hidden clues and whatnot, and YOU, the oh-so-excited Participant, shall work your way up through the ranks until the whole muddled mishmash is SOLVED and we all have some freakin' big celebration.  MORE Mojo! »

So the other day, after sitting on some newly-purchased bulbs for a month, Mojo finally decides to get out there and actually replace the burned out brake light on her car. This long after she let her Favorite Older Sister borrow it--well, actually it was more like her Favorite Older Sister let Mojo borrow her oh so precious truck, and took the car as transportation for the day, only to be pulled over by the cops for a burned out tail light, while Mojo proceeded to get said borrowed truck hopeless enmired in a huge pile of manure. But as usual, I digress.  MORE Mojo! »