Murphy’s new favorite spot — he even naps here. This box has been sitting on the counter since the holidays because I don’t want to adios his perch. (Okay, the box is still sitting there because it’s cookware and I, well, haven’t cooked anything more complicated than a crockpot meal. Murphy is currently getting more use out of it than me, so there’s no point in moving it.)
Fun find for the day: This story about a little boy who is being dubbed a modern day Picasso is unbelievable. The Cliff’s Notes version: he’s seven years old; sixteen of his paintings sold at auction in fourteen minutes for a total of something like 18,000 pounds. (Here’s a link with better looks at his work. Oh. My. Gosh.) And he’s got a waiting list a mile long for whatever else he comes up with. Heck, when I was little, I went around my neighborhood and sold my crayon drawings door-to-door. By the end of my route, I had a few sympathy coins to show for my efforts. In hindsight, I’m thinking the Judge and the McGregor’s could’ve at least ponied up fifty cents apiece.
Dumb find for the day: today is Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day. Yet again, Twitter proves to be a fountain of pointless knowledge. I think it might even be bubble wrap’s 50th birthday. Who knew. After last week’s observances, I’m all partied out.
