MISS DOXIE IS BACK!
Sorry for all the shouting, but this is very very good news.
She's one of the funniest bloggers ever, and after silently going through some tough times, she's back and better than ever.
And writing about geese.
Make that geetz.
Nevermind, just take a look HERE.
*But be forewarned, it's so funny that it will make your mascara run! Not necessarily safe for work.
And then, take a peek through the archives and look at the Burning Baby Viking Funeral.
Miss Doxie lives here in Atlanta, somewhere, and it seems like, just possibly, a bad idea for her and Smithy to ever meet.
Because, well, the obvious, she's adorable, and because Smithy is a bit of a pyro.
Well, usually in a contained sort of way. But he's such a pyro, that last weekend he headed out to Burning Man for the second year in a row.
If you've never heard of Burning Man before, it's a festival held out on the (desert) playa in Nevada. Basically an entire temporary city is built from scratch in one of the harshest environments in the US, for the purpose of the festival, and afterwards every single thing, down to every last cigarette butt, is removed from the playa. And in the course of the festival, a hell of a lot of festiveness occurs, and a lot of things are set on fire.
This year, Smithy is going as a crew member for his artist buddy, Charlie, and the sculpture The Fleeble Flobbler.
See more about Charlie's work HERE.
Me, on the other hand?
Nope, no Burning Man for me.
(I think it's silly.)
Maybe 10 or 15 years ago, but now I'm a far-too-cranky 40+ to deal with it!