The truth is out there

So I found this cross stitch at the thrift store the other day, and decided that it was clearly asking for some kind of enhancement. I spent quite a bit of time pondering what to do with it - giant monster stepping over the trees? Zombies on the lawn? But then, suddenly inspiration struck from the user pic of one of my Facebook friends:

And I came up with this:

I like to imagine this is the kind of thing Goodwife Scully would have stitched as a Yuletide gift for Fox Mulder, her partner at the Colonial Agency for the Occult and Paranormale.

03.27.2012

I've started reading Surfacing by Margaret Atwood. I got my copy at the thrift store - it is filled with haphazard, messy highlights. Whenever I find a book like that, I often try to figure out what the theme of their highlighting is; what was that Women's Lit thesis paper about?

Surfacing is one of the only Atwood books I haven't read, and I'm a little disappointed that I'm not enjoying it as much as some of her other books - particularly because she's getting older and I worry about when she dies and there are no more of her books to read. Each new thing I read by her is like a treasure I'm afraid someone will snatch away.

03.26.2012

Dodger and me, making spaghetti after a long day in Crazytown (aka: my job). She is meowing at me. Almost all of her bottom teeth are gone, so she has this little pink lip.

This is bumming me out pretty hard right now. I quite frankly don't give a shit about The Hunger Games, but I am sometimes surprised by how disappointing people can be.

I am applying for a promotion tomorrow.