Recycling is good...

We had the family thing at mom's this weekend. We pulled it off (YAY) with nary a hitch... except the people who showed up 2 hours late - weirdos

The food was great, the company was great, it was all ... great :-p.

Mom walked in on Doug and I... ya know... I wonder if she was as embarrassed as we were.

Here's the recycling part... copied from my myspace...

Beef Jerky and Cotton Candy

No, this is not a blog about a day at the county fair... though it would have been less disturbing if it was.

I was out and about the other day, location unimportant... and I saw this magnificent spectacle. I saw a woman who appeared to be made ENTIRELY of beef jerky and cotton candy. It was simply amazing... so, let me splain.

This woman must have been 70 years old. She had that deep dark tan that you usually only see in ... well... nowhere except embedded in the flesh of George Hamilton, really. And her skin was the texture of old, unoiled leather - in appearance anyway, I did NOT touch. Add to that the fact that she has hair so white blonde that Warhol would have traded his wig in for it, and that said hair was ENORMOUS and barely contained by the day-glo green scrunchie that was holding it up off her neck, and you can begin to see what I'm talking about here. But that, folks, was not all - though it's certainly enough...

She was skinny. And I don't mean thin or even waifish. I mean knobby knees, pointy elbows, Auschwitz skinny. Her ensemble consisted of black high heeled strappy sandals, day-glo green bobby socks (though, sans poofball, which was a little disappointing), a miniskirt, the hem of which could not have been more than 4 inches below her cooter, and a day-glo green tank top with little ... wings ... on it that moved every time she did. A tantalizing package, to be sure. Especially when you remember that she was old... with the elasticity of flesh of a 70 year old. Crepey (not creepy, though it was that too). And then... she turned so she was profile to me, and I noticed the piece de resistance... the fake eyelashes that strongly resembled trantulas precariously dangling from her lids.

Work of art people, seriously.