Source of Mad Cow disease identified; terminated.

Not to be outdone by Dorkafork or The Retropolitan, I humbly submit my absolute favorite Christopher Walken impersonation. Ever. I apologize that I must send you to the evils of MySpace to listen to it, but I looked everywhere in the internetowebosphere and this is the only place I can find it. Trust me, it’s worth it.

I love Christopher Walken

I should mention that, though the whole thing is funny, the best part is just the beginning, the Trick or Treat part.

Sometimes, my kids are so cute I can hardly stand it.

Sometimes, they just play so damn nicely together.

Sometimes all is so right in the world that I even manage to snap a picture of the great illusive kissy-face.

Sometimes they help each other.

And sometimes they even learn from each other.

Sometimes all is just right in the world.

And then one of them has to go and fuck it all up.

Notice how there’s only one kid in the tub now.

And there was much rejoicing. Yeah.

I strongly encourage you to go over to Molly’s site and read this post that she wrote that will explain to you everything ever mother feels and, like, none of us can ever manage to find the words for.

Oh god, I miss Vancouver.

Correction: Oh god, my feet miss Vancouver.

I am not so much of a shoe-wearer. I appreciate a good slipper, but I could live without the shoes, weather permitting. Weather has done little permitting these few months. And I swear to god I cannot believe what the hell is going on with my feet right now. My feet are dry and scaley and peeling. My pumice stone cried uncle this morning.

Most of our summer in Van was spent at the beach, quite shoe-less, and my feet have never felt so lovely as they did those months. Sand is a wonderful exfoliant. Walking around all day barefoot on the shore left me with silky smooth baby feet. Mmmmmm.

Maybe it’s the lack of beach. Maybe it’s the fact that a plague descended on my home last week and we all spent 3 days in the same clothes. Whatever it is, I need a pedicure. Pronto.