Here is a conversation I had with my 3-year-old niece Lindsay last week:

HER: Do you like Buzz Lightyear?
ME: Yes.
HER: Do you like Woody?
ME: Yes.
HER: Does Woody like you?
ME: Uh, yes, I think so.
HER: Does he make you funny?

I think she meant “Does he make you laugh?” I kind of like her version, though. Am I funny? And if I am, did Woody make me that way? These are deep questions.

(That’s Lindsay on the right. On the left is Emily, my 8-year-old niece, who is also adorable. That’s me in the middle, also adorable, but in a different way.)

Here is a picture of Jake Gyllenhaal and his girlfriend, Reese Witherspoon. Note that just above Reese’s head is a magazine with her ex-husband, Ryan Phillippe, on the cover.

Discussion question: What if you were out shopping with your new boyfriend and you saw a magazine cover with your ex-husband’s face plastered all over it, staring out at you? How freaky would that be?

Will Goss posted these photos on Facebook, and I have stolen them to show to you. They are from my last day at SXSW, the one where we got stuck a few miles from downtown and had to wait for a bus and I sat in a shopping cart.

Here’s one with Eugene and Weinberg. Why Eugene is pushing the cart, I don’t know. I don’t remember this part specifically. I must have been very engaged in my reading.

Saw this online. Don’t know who did it. Made me laugh.

My friends Ken and Katie recently took their many children to Disney World, where they met up with other friends for several days of merriment. Ken wrote about it in his blog. He included photos. One of them is below. (You can click it for a larger version.) Look at the sign behind them, partially obscured by Ken’s head. What do you suppose they charge for admission at that place?

Two very funny pictures floating around the Internet this weekend, both reflecting the nation’s mood as a certain waste of space was sent back to jail on Friday.

My friend David Cornelius made this one:

(See this pic to appreciate Dave’s inspiration.)

Meanwhile, this picture was sighted at this blog:

You tell her, Nelson!

Since you aren’t here in person for me to show you the pictures in my wallet, I’ll have to brag about my adorable niece and nephew on my blog. Also, I don’t actually have any photos in my wallet, so being here in person wouldn’t help.

These were taken a couple nights ago. Here’s little Lindsay, 2 1/2 years old and so cute I want to devour her. Not in the creepy way that Hannibal Lecter devours people, but in the dignified way that you devour adorable children. You know what I mean.

And here is her new little brother Logan, born three months ago and apparently happy to just chill out. I have captioned the photo in a manner that seemed to reflect his mood, as if he were a lolcat.

AREN’T THESE CHILDREN CUTE???!!?!?! COULDN’T YOU JUST DIE?!??!!?!?

(P.S. I have another niece, and she is also cute, but I don’t have any pictures of her. You’ll have to take my word for it.)

When I was in Salt Lake City in January, I saw a truck pulling one of those combination trailer/billboards. The ad was in support of Utah’s new school voucher program, wherein the state will pay you money not to send your kid to public school, or something like that.

Here is a picture I took of the billboard in question:

In case you can’t quite make it out, here’s an enlargement:

This is a pretty good endorsement for the voucher program, actually. The people who made this sign were probably educated by public schools, and look where it got them.

Today the mailman brought me a package postmarked Orem, Utah. I know plenty of people there, but the name and address were unfamiliar. Was this the mail bomb I’ve been expecting for so long?

I opened the package to find a lovely card addressed to me, and a beautiful gift bag. I read the card. It said, in part:

I loved your “Muckoo for Mocoa Muffs” column. Imagine my delight when, that very day, I walked into Harmon’s grocery store and saw the best-named fake Cheerios ever on the end-cap of one of the health food aisles. I bought a box, intending to send it to you, but I have a little procrastination problem and am only just getting around to it.

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A box of Easter-themed love from Mom.

Well, she probably loves me the rest of the time, too. But it was made manifest yesterday when a box arrived in the mail containing the following items:

- several Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs
- a Cadbury Creme Egg
- various jelly beans
- Hershey’s Truffle Kisses
- a batch of Mom’s legendary The Brownies

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