I'm not sure if I've mentioned my love of all things Apple before. Ok, I might have mentioned it just a couple hundred times. The iPhone 4s came out recently and I actually didn't race down to the Apple store to wait impatiently in line for the latest phone. I'm holding out for version 5 that should come out next year. (Please, tiny baby Steve Jobs lying in a manger, let that roll out not be delayed.)

Normally I don't get warm, fuzzy feelings for anything relating to the outdoors. I'm a delicate lady (STOP LAUGHING!) and I prefer to steer clear of nature. However, I do get all nostalgic when it comes to the meadow in Twilight.

No, this isn't another post about my vagina. It's not even a post about JJ's vagina. Shockingly, it's not a post about vaginaat all. It's a post about how Mr. TK is in the dog house.

You see, we went to a festival on Saturday. We did the usual gorging ourselves on food and talking the boy out of riding rides that looked like they were assembled by drunk carnies hell bent on having their revenge on the uppity folk with a full set of teeth. The boy guilted Mr. TK into riding some sissy roller coaster where the boy squealed with glee while Mr. TK shit his pants.