19 March 2007
I promised Mo gore, food, love, beauty and sex all in one post about one word, so here it goes:
It is now official. I am a sick, sick puppy. The very first chip that came to mind was the foot sticking out of the wood chipper in Fargo
Past mommyhood came to the rescue with a dietary form of Chocolate Chip Cookies. Have a bite and then go rent an Oscar winning if somewhat gory movie.
Just to make all you cat lovers feel chipper, may I introduce you to the king of the household Rorschach AKA Rory.
And then finally there is Michaelangelo who insisted that every block of marble contained a statue. You just had to chip away the parts that weren't the figure. I'm glad he stopped chipping in time on this one.