everytime i think i'm being all grown-up and mature and whatnot, I catch myself doing something like the following:

I've been avoiding doing dishes lately, for whatever reason, and after this morning's french-toast making adventure, there was a fairly good stack of precariously placed dishes in my sink. But, as it turns out, they were stacked in such a way to make a pretty good fountain. Made a few modifications, and probably spent like five or ten minutes playing with my "fountain." Oh. But i forgot to mention the egg-shell boats I had floating around as well.

see for yourself.


i have the amusement level of an eight-year old.