June 24, 2008

So, I was going to find some funny stuff for you today, but I was stung in the arm by a hornet.  A big, black, kamikaze fighter-pilot-with-a-death-wish hornet.  He’s dead now.  He had an unfortunate run-in with a broom.  It’s a good thing my son was inside, too, or I would have gone into full “Mama-bear” mode and I would still be hunting his family.  Lucky for them, he died a swift, painless death after leaving a half-dollar sized welt on the back of my arm, and forcing me to write this in a Benadryl-induced stupor. 

On another, unfortunate note, my overheating computer appears to have given up the ghost.  It might be a few days before the Cheesy Goodness returns.  Hopefully, we won’t be gone long.  Until my triumphant return, check out the archives and feel free to send me anything you find floating out there on the Internet!  Check back in a couple of days.  I should have at least a small post to keep you entertained!  May the Cheese be with you!