A day late & a dollar short, but the plain truth is that I was too T&E to post yesterday’s effort which was, indeed, a cat video.

Don’t judge me.

(there’s no Flash version. Sorry. Technical difficulties.)

There’s wedding video, I swear.

But this ain’t it.

Because apparently my wedding weekend will involve me watching tv and vlogging about it.

Deal.

Who’s with me??!

The pop-culture value of bacon has decreased sharply in recent months*, but Zombies? Never!

Zombies are forever.

*I will always love you, Bacon! You were never just a fad to me.

Brian briefly thought he was going to create posed insect sculptures, and I got very whiny about it. Because, ewww.

And if this had been slapped together with the old iMovie, I’d have been able to adjust the sound more easily and you could hear Brian better. But it wasn’t.

Thar be pirates at Mardi Gras, mateys!

Just a wee snippet of Mardi Gras day on Frenchman Street; the place to be, if you ask me. You can keep Bourbon, I’ll take Frenchman.

I’ve been obsessed with roast chicken for years. It’s just one of those things that’s always good, but is sometimes crazyfantastic. This was one of those times. This is also one of those recipes that sounded so damn appealing that food bloggers went wild with it. Chicken Toast everywhere!

Like chicken? Like toast? Try Chicken toast!

The original recipe.
Chicken Toast by any other name sounds way more fancy.
Again.
And yet again.
Okay, last one for realz.

The man I’m going to marry made this for me after I sent him a photo of the giant black filing cabinet that suddenly appeared on the our unit. I tried every monolith joke in the book on my co-workers (okay, just the one above, actually) but no one “got” it.

I’m glad I’m marrying a man who completely understands me.

(and takes the time to Photoshop monkeys for my amusement.)

Thanks to Baconnaisecondiment of the future!