Here we go again…

This can’t be happening to me.


With that awful, awful dress still fresh in my mind, along comes the audio version:

So? Which is it? Yanny or Laurel??

Sara played this clip for me last night and then we sat there looking at each other. Neither of us wanted to say what we heard for fear we wouldn’t agree, and we would once more be plunged into this state of insanity.

“It’s very clear,” I said. “I agree,” said Sara, “but I just know you’re going to be wrong about it again.” “I don’t see how we could disagree, when it’s so clearly saying…

Me: “Yanny.”
Sara: “Laurel.”

Last night I could only hear Yanny but one time I was able to concentrate really hard and hear Laurel. Today, I can only hear Laurel and I can’t get it to go back to Yanny. Evelyn hears Laurel, and Oliver hears Yanny. (Alex says he hears “doody”, so, you know.)



See, she’s already sung one boat to its death on the rocks!


(Everything about this is posed. Evelyn told me how to take the picture, decided how to sit, and then informed me what kind of photoshoping I’d be doing on it. Irresistible song indeed.)

The world’s only pirate banking software


Does this institution accept doubloons? Arrrg! Transfer to me checking. And hurry up! A Deadliest Catch marathon be on.

That’s one good looking baby

Sara and I have been debating on whether he looks more like me or more like her. Thoughts?

good looking baby

Emergency Cheese Services

As seen on the streets of Chicago:

emergency cheese services

For when you just absolutely need cheese services, STAT!

I’d like to note that that’s “services” plural. Look, I’m from Wisconsin, and even *I* can’t come up with multiple services you can perform with cheese. I mean, there’s eating it and that’s it, right?