A certain sharp eyed reader from Canada should recognize the thing there on the lower right, one night when we got LIT the fuck up. For those of you that does not apply to, it's a creepy dog/wind-mill thing, and although it scares me, it's now a member of my household.
Speaking of members of my household, that plant pictured above has followed me around for the better part of 5+ years. I almost tossed it out the other day, but was reminded by a friend of mine of said plant's history*.
It's been slowly dying (no thanks to me - or maybe because of me) and a friend suggested I re-pot it. So much so, that he drove me to the nearest Home Depot this very afternoon, and... VIOLA(sp?)! A new plant is born!
*This plant was originally bought by my Dad, for his old place in the Chicago burbs.