“It hurts . . . it hurts like hell. Even in the knowledge that our punctuation has arrived at its present state by a series of accidents; even in the knowledge that there are at least seventeen rules for the comma, some of which are beyond explanation by top grammarians–it is a matter for despair to see punctuation chucked out as worthless by people who don’t know the difference between who’s and whose, and whose bloody automatic ‘grammar checker’ can’t tell the difference either. . . . I saw a sign for ‘Book’s’ with an apostrophe in it, and something deep inside me snapped; snapped with that melancholy sound you hear in Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard, like a far-off cable breaking in a mine-shaft . . .”

-Lynne Truss, “Merely Conventional Signs,” in Eats, Shoots & Leaves

P made these doodles via an iPhone app.

Laby & Craby.

Laby & Craby enjoying the rain.

Laby & Craby traveling around the world.

Laby, wake up!!!

He-he, this reminds me of when he wakes me up for breakfast every weekend.

Tutu & Kiara

Happy family.

Aww, isn’t P so f*cking romantic? :* I lurv, lurv, lurv you, P!

Of the things that we brought home from our recent trip abroad, the ones I love the most are the salad spinner (from G.O.D.) and Price’s Housekeeper Candle (from Woodlane’s Bed & Bath). They’re both so extremely useful (don’t you just love it when things actually work?) that I regret not buying more (kasi ay wala ata dito sa atin). Hay, naku, why am I so kuripot bordering on tanga, kasi? 

Gets rid of the tap water from salad greens.

The candle friggin' works!

Good grief!

Was advised by the doctor to stay away from certain types of foods (see photographed list) in relation to my pharyngitis. Except for nos. 1 and 2, which I don’t do, man, the rest is like my basic food group!

WTF is the point of living?