Monday, February 19, 2007
I am going crazy with cabin fever.
I can't think of one thing to do. Can't do a thing with my hair. I'm frozen solid and gritchy. Even my kid is avoiding me. So I just walked around the house taking pictures. I've spent an hour trying to figure out a clever format. I can't so I give up. I'll just line them up. Click on any of these mothers to enlarge.
A buddy of mine said you're not supposed to get cabin fever until March. He is right of course.
Upon further review of these pix, I realize that the self-portrait included herein bears a striking resemblance to the devil mask. This was not intentional.
And wouldn't it be cool if the onion-topped village was real and you could go in there and eat something greasy and salty and crispy? It would have to be served in a paper cone of course.