Something lame that has plagued me this lunch hour:

What, exactly, is “American” cheese? Is it fake cheese? Processed cheese? If it’s processed, why not call it that? Or does it mean that the only cheese “America” produces is processed cheese? Does any other country do this? Wait – I guess Swiss cheese sort of counts. But still – “American”? Who gets to name cheese?

I had to cave and ask someone this…and who better than the internet.

they are much easier to take photos of when they are sleeping.

i have slept through most of the last three days. my plans to be sociable and be totally productive with things like cleaning and moving and quilting and craftiness this weekend were replaced by lamely trying to down oranges, saltines, and lots and lots of water. oh, and chocolate easter eggs to keep me slightly sane. and naps. no real work was harmed in the making of this weekend. travel vaccines and I need to have a long talk about playing nice.

while I was sleeping, I did *not* happen to miss the best weekend we’ve had so far all year, nor did I miss out on having a weekend at all. No sir. I totally did not.

Ok, well maybe I did.