Cat on Refridgerator.

In the Kitchen...

Barbara... They're coming to get you, Barbara.

I have a creepy basement...
It's the sort of basement where zombies would take up residence during the Zombie Revolution. The boiler in there makes creepy gurgling noises. I've got a flickering bare lightbulb in the corner. Creepy. Whoever owned the house before me installed a working toilet down there.. right in the open. It's odd. I've never been in my own basement after 9pm.

So, I have a creepy basement, which is amusing. But this is the icing on my creepy basement cupcake....

My parents came up this weekend for a visit and also so my father could help me do some electrical work. When I say "help," I actually mean "do all the actual work while I hold a flashlight and wonder where we should go for lunch".. so anyway... We were in the basement looking at the fusebox when my father noticed a really old, blacked out window. I've seen it before and always assumed it led to nothing.

He went over and OPENED THE WINDOW. I don't know why it never occured to me to do this myself. The window opens to a whole room! A SECRET ROOM. How creepy. Dozens of dead bodies could fit in there. Uh, not that I would need to store a bunch of dead bodies, but I've been watching zombie movies all weekend, so the thought crossed my mind.

Dead bodies.
I suppose I could have said that "dozens of puppies could run around in there", but "dozens of dead bodies" really lets you visualize how much space I'm taking about here. eh?

About that Zombie Revolution... It could happen. I've heard things. ANNNND, when it does.. I'm renting out my creepy basement. Zombies are people too. Or at least, they used to be.

Viva La Revolution!

Everybody eats when they come to my house...

My friends and I started a Supper Club, where once a month one of us will cook a big meal and everyone shows up to eat. There are 10 of us in the Supper Club, so even though it's quite a large group to cook for, you only end up having to cook once every ten months or so. This month was my turn....

The main dish was a meatloaf cake frosted with mashed potatoes. I got the idea from someone on this here internet..I wrote about it a month or two ago and that post is somewhere in the Suburban Wonderland archive, if you're so inclined to see the original. I wasn't sure if I would be able to actually succeed with this, and admittedly, it's not as good-looking as the original meatloaf cake, but it tasted quite good...



Teeny Jello® molds...


Cherry and Orange Whip...


All in all, things went well. I had the phone number of the local pizza shop handy in case the meatloaf cake was a failure, but it wasn't needed. No one got food poisoning and everyone seemed to have a good time.

Hot damn, I'm glad I don't have to do this again for quite a while.. I just have to show up somewhere next month and eat!

I shed a tear for thee....

Oh Dear.

Union Products will be closing it's doors on November 1st. For those of you who don't know, Union Products are the geniuses behind the original Don Featherstone lawn flamingos.

This is horrible news, and is causing me to go into flamingo-hoarding mode. This past weekend I drove nearly two hours to snatch up a few pairs, and now I wish I had bought a few more.

Apparently, production of the birds halted in June.. so whatever stock is out there is all that will be. No more will be made before Union Products closes for good. I think I need a glass of water. I feel faint.

This truly is awful.