I just found out (yeah, Mojo's ALWAYS late to the party) that I made the float again over at the Comics Curmudgeon's COTW. My finalist-winning entry involves a baffling mixture of Mary Worth and Greek mythology. For those of you too darn lazy to click on any of the above links and search for "mojo" (Yeah, I know, it took me two days to get around to it myself) I said the following:

“My growing suspicion that Wilbur Weston has never actually had sex in his life has since led me to suspect that Dawn actually sprang, fully formed, from his forehead. Which would explain the comb-over.”

I'm sorry. I fully intended to never mention Mary Worth again, but making the float is a rare honor for me. One of these days I hope to maybe make the full-fledged COTW, but the competition is so awesomely stiff--there's some funny, funny people over there, plus most of 'em can WRITE--I'm guessing that will probably never happen. But I enjoy trying!

Back to work!

Mojo

Well, barely.

I was away for a week vacationing along the Outer Banks of North Carolina. It was okay. The house was nice, and right on the beach. Mojo is not a beach person--nor really all that much of a vacation person--but it wasn't crowded at all and since Mojo gets up at the crack of dawn she usually had the beach almost to herself for her Morning Constitutional. And there were things to do during the day, so Mojo did not have to lie about the beach, which she TOTALLY does not like to do. And the house we stayed in had its own pool and hot tub, so Mojo could avoid going in the ocean, which she privately views as Her Nemesis. Which just goes to show what an egotistical maniac she is, since Poseidon himself probably doesn't even realize she exists.

The whole Favorite Fambly went down for my Favorite Parental Unit's fiftieth wedding anniversary, which was nice. Rented a house for a week and had a proper big do. Nobody killed anyone else. Me, I've decided I might be inclined to enjoy more of these "vacation" things, so long as it's on someone else's dime.  MORE Mojo! »

So yesterday morning was the first chance my Favorite Husband had to look at the Deathtrap. I just naturally assumed I would drive him to work and then take his car--wait, let's make that MY car, my beloved little reliable Taco--to run my oh-so-important errands. But it turned out he wasn't going to the office, but rather visiting a half dozen clients a gazillion miles away, so once again our beloved Mojo must scramble for her very existence. She responds like a Viking, by calling Mommy and Daddy and begging them to pick her up and chauffer her everywhere she whimsically desires.  MORE Mojo! »