Et cetarianism

Both Nik and Abbey had their graduation ceremonies today—Nik from 5th grade (he's being bumped up to another school this fall) and Abbey from junior high. My brain is trying to accommodate the knowledge that I am now the father of an ostensible high school student, and the effort is making my nose bleed. Mazel tov, my dear young ones!

Other than that, the primary activity of the afternoon was getting figmentj hooked on Phineas and Ferb. Sing along, now: Doofenshmirtz Evil In-cor-por-aaaated! (Well, okay, that and discovering that Kristi and emilytheslayer know each other, because the universe, it ain't no bigger than a tiny thing, innit?)

Jumping back a topic, Abbey has a definite taste in boys: vaguely sullen.

Also, it has been decreed, and so may it be known, that when I become painfully sleep-deprived I turn into an independent entity known as "Mr. Scribbly-Head," who is much like me except with a bigger vocabulary and no idea what to do with it. Plus an occasional penchant for hats. And that's one to grow on, kids.