Jennifer Juniper

I'm pretty sure I planted some catnip alongside the mint, strawberries, oregano and thyme:

Rolling in clover. Over and over.

The Swedish Chef, Animal and Beaker sing "Danny Boy".

AND

I recently discovered The Bloggess (via Twitter) who writes stuff like this: "I want to be buried in a giant pile of marshmallows instead of a coffin because it’s cheaper and also ecologically sound.  And mourners could eat them while they mourn and no one can cry eating marshmallows and someone would do that thing where they try to stick the most marshmallows in their mouth and they’d choke to death and then I could be buried with that person, like I’m some kind of marshmallow pharaoh.  Also I’d like to have a pony buried with me in case they don’t have cars in heaven."

The "Blog" of "Unecessary" Quotation Marks posted our submission. Woo Hoo!

Astute readers of this blog will remember that Chris is now nine, but he was eight when we sent the photo in.

Actually kinda old.

Just to be clear, there is nothing but water in the bowl. Maybe the water on the bottom tastes better.