So this weekend I had my annual church retreat in Branson, MO. If you haven't been to Branson, you should definitely go. Maybe not when it's 35 degrees like I did, but it's something to see. It's like the generic, Rated G version of Vegas. And really--once is all it takes. Anytime I see pop references to Branson, MO on TV, I'm always so excited. "Oh, my gosh! I've been there!" Unlike when they mention locales like L.A., Chicago, Seattle. Those cities are so overrated! They don't have stores that sell t-shirts for 5 for $5.00 or a knife outlet or comedians that pick the banjo with their feet. Now that's culture.

We stayed in these really nice cabin-like condos. They were filled to the brim with stuffed animals. And I don't mean the cute, cuddly teddy bear variety. I mean the kind whose eyes seem to follow you and whose antlers take up the whole kitchen. (Seriously, do dead animals belong in the kitchen?) Here's a stuffed guy I never quite figured out.
"I don't know what I am. I'm so confused. I'm kind of deer-ish, but in a foxy-antelopey way."

Now that I am a one animal household, my cat Miller is having a hard time adjusting to going solo and all the responsibilities that come along with being the sole pet. Some of you only children may relate. He has started filling in all our awkward silences with meowing. Lots and lots of meowing. I have no idea what he's trying to tell me.
"Nobody understands me. I'm gonna throw myself over this pillow. Seriously, I'll do it."

And when he's not totally distraught, he tries to get my attention by playing the cute card.
"This is my centerfold pose. You want to call Hef or should I?"

Finally, this has nothing to do with anything, but I am loving America's Best Dance Crew on MTV. These guys, Jabbawockeez, are my favorites. This is the Michael Jackson song episode, so warning---crotch grabbing contained here.


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