No Picture Sunday

Hello, end of weekenders, and welcome an edition of No Picture Sunday. I spent a weekend at home, shopping yesterday for Mother's Day and birthday gifts, and spent today at Granny's (she's doing much better thanks) with the family. No pictures, no recipes.

So sorry to you all, and hope this will only be a temporary Picture Sunday vacation.

In the meantime, though, please - I beseech you, please! - visit the Comfy Chair Cinema and view our latest movie, starring more very familiar hands. Our ticket sales are waning, and we lost Ethel, who makes the popcorn, and we've had to resort to the kind you microwave in a bag, only we don't have a microwave, so we just give you a bag and let you eat the kernels. This is just a minor setback, and when Ethel's hip gets better, she'll hopefully be back and our ticket sales will skyrocket. For your convenience, however, Goobers are on sale this week. 10% off.

Happy week.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* I've been tagged! Mr Middlebrow, he of the always-great CDs in the Mix Exchange, has tagged me to do The One-Word Memo. I'm feeling a little one-worded tonight, so let's give it a try.

Yourself: Dreamer
Your Partner: Huh?
Your Hair: Curly
Your Mother: Fruity
Your Father: Stubborn
Your Favorite Item: Computer
Your Dream Last Night: Unremembered
Your Favorite Drink: Coffee
Your Dream Home: Bigger
The Room You Are In: Cozy
Your Fear: Flying
Where Do You Want to be in 10 years: Elsewhere
Who You Hung Out With Last Night: Records
What You Are Not: Forward
Muffins: Untouchable
One of Your Wish Items: Energy
Time: Scarce
Last Thing You Did: Blogged
What You Are Wearing: Uncomfortable
Your Favorite Weather: Brisk
Your Favorite Book: Zippy
Last Thing You Ate: Strawberries
Your Mood: Dread
Your Best Friends: Understanding
What Are You Thinking About Right Now: Trash
Your Car: Dependable
Your Summer: Sweaty
What’s on your TV: Black
What Is Your Weather Like: Changing
When Was the Last Time You Laughed: Hours
What is your relationship status: Nonexistent

So, there you go, Mr Middlebrow. Thinking of trash because it's time for trash duty.