Taco Tuesday...a little bit late on a Wednesday.

Taco is performing an amazing feat: sliding a telephone pole up his nose.
This cat has TALENT, I tell you.
I think he would get more of a crowd reaction than a sword-swallower at the circus.

Well, name it, then.

Uncustomary - honestly, I *just* got your screen name this instant.  That is hilarious.

But anyway, I wanted to reply to your name post a little more fully over here.

You had asked if you know any songs with your name in them - which I'd be inclined to say "no" to, only there is a song that someone else fervently believed included my name.

"Sweet Caroline" is a song that my middle-school gym teacher used to sing to me in the hallways before class started.
I objected simply because I pronounce my name differently.  Also, I had a nickname and no one called me by my full name at the time, so most of my classmates were terribly confused about why he was singing this song. 
I also had to willfully ignore the super-duper creepiness of the undertone of this song, which I suppose was compounded by the fact that none of my classmates understood that he was singing it to me. 
Dude. I was, like, twelve.
So we all just thought he was crazy, like the rest of our teachers - one of whom would occasionally parade down the hallways playing a bagpipe at full blast.

I'm starting to think that my middle school was a pretty fun place.

objects of affection

That is how I wrapped my beloved's present on Valentine's Day.

Does the hand-carved heart look familiar?

 

I use it to make letter sets and itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny notebooks, as shown above.

Taco couldn't help himself.  He had to investigate.  He wanted to know why he wasn't getting a heart-adorned package.
(I told him I make him enough cat toys for a cat army.)

And my beloved brought me a bouquet of roses.

Hot.
Pink.
Origami.
Roses.

I can hardly believe his paper-folding talents, myself.

This place is like a hot bed for creation - people often whine about living someplace boring, but I think that boring places make interesting people. 

octopus hugger

Another thing that happened on the back of an envelope this past month.

I wonder where their office is, since both a bird and an octopus can work there. 
That's very equal-opportunity. 
Is needing an aquarium to work considered a disability of some kind?