Suck It In, Suck It In, If You're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn

Update post will be updatey as well as rando.

I got lots of awesome birthday wishes and even a few gifts (!) including some financial donations to the Hawkeye Fierce Fund For the Perpetually Underemployed and Delirious. It's a niche market.

The deliciousness of this cupcake has been summed up thusly: If Richard Armitage were a cupcake, he would taste like this.

Keeping it classy, classy, classy.

 Made some last minute 4th of July plans and headed north to visit. I was greeted at the door by tink, who was brandishing a foam sword.

Me: Hi.
Tink: We have a situation.
Me: Okay.
Tink: There's a rat in the house.
Me: Is that why you have a sword?
Tink: Yes.

The seriousness of the situation became apparent as I entered the den.

You can only hide for so long. Or so we thought.

This is the point where I was army crawling across the floor while tink and Panda played goalie.

Despite the strategic placing of food trails and some very vigorous furniture rearranging, Raticus eluded us. We eventually gave up and sat down to watch So You Think You Can Dance?

Little did we know that Raticus was a modern ballet/cha-cha fan.

During some commercial, I casually glance behind us. . .

Erh

Meh

GERD!!!!!!!!!

After some more inept bumbling, Raticus had enough and finally fled out one of the open doors.

I love you, Raticus.

There's a bit of a sea change going on in my life right now. At least it feels like that to me. Me hopping in a car and zipping up to see my friends (and only spending 45 minutes packing) is Not Quite The Norm.

I recognized this and took this christening photo to commemorate the moment.

Guess what is absolutely not being given in this photo?

That's right. It's the beginning of the NFG* Tour. Lookout!

*No Fucks Given, a Division of Look At All The Fucks I Give, not formally associated with the Fuck It Dude, Let's Go Bowling corp.