Emily Post would be horrified by my first Wordless Wednesday

I'm linked up with no fewer than six blog hops today, so try to keep up, people!

Wait, is that poor Blog Etiquette?  I don't mean being rude and telling you to try to keep up - duh, I already know that's poor etiquette - I mean cross-pollinating multiple blog hops in one post.  Is that allowed?

Clearly I have no idea what I'm doing with this whole innerwebs deal, so some days while I'm blogging I feel like I'm having dinner with the Queen Mother and halfway through the soup course I realize I don't know the rules.  I break out in a cold sweat wondering if I'm supposed to raise my pinkie when I pass the gravy boat, or I realize I just stirred my coffee with my salad fork, or I think, Did I just ask the UN Ambassador to the South Sandwich Islands how it was hangin'?

So anyway, if I'm not supposed to do this, I trust someone will comment and let me know.  But nicely, please.  I'm fragile, and you never know what's going to push me over the edge.

My other issue (as if there's only one more) is that I'm way behind in posting my February Photo Challenge pics.  So I'd better get on with it, since this is supposed to be Wordless  Wednesday and I've clearly failed miserably so far at the wordless thing.  Sorry. ::audible gulp::  So where were we?  Oh yeah...

11.  makes you happy
If I were a good person (and I believe we've already established the answer to that) I'd be inserting a photo of my kids here.  But let's pretend we already know that my kids make me happy, and instead I'll share this:

These are over at my in-laws' house - the olden-times version of Fisher Price Little People.  I don't know why, but the sight of these little suckers made me laugh right out loud.  Is it because the dog is the same size and shape as the people, just with a dog head?  Is it because of the singular curl of hair in the middle of the baby's forehead?  Is it because one of them mysteriously had no face at all?   I love these things, and their little merry-go-round, and the fact that they had a Fisher Price car developed exclusively for them that wasn't wide enough for two to fit in side-by-side but was wide enough that if you only put one in there he fell over in the front seat every time you turned a corner.  I love that they came out of the package without predetermined names and back stories.  I guess I don't love that they're choking hazards, but whaddayagonnado?

12. inside your closet

This is not trick photography folks.  I didn't use a fish-eye lens, or take the photo from a distance.  That is as wide as my closet is, which I can't complain about for the following reasons:

•  It is the only closet in the whole upstairs, and though it's in the hallway (not even in our bedroom) it's mine, all mine.
• Although I am the lucky resident of the sole upstairs closet, I waste this valuable real estate by using it to store jeans that are too small, maternity clothes that are too big, old bridesmaids dresses, two pairs of boots that I got when I briefly thought I might become a "boot person," eleventy unused hangers, and work clothes that I don't wear because I never leave the house anymore, let alone go to work in an office.

13. blue

The morning glow of the coffee maker.  In my old age I'm starting to like mornings; and no matter how you feel about them, at least they eventually lead to the rest of the day, which is generally a good thing.  Plus mornings mean coffee.  Coffee good.

14. heart

Another one of the valentines Jake drew. If you didn't see his others, you should click that link and check them out.  Funny or disturbing?  You be the judge.  Also, I added a link at the end of that post to show you the non-gift Valentine's Day gift that my husband gave me EVEN THOUGH WE'D AGREED TO IGNORE VALENTINE'S DAY.  I hate that, because you can't really get too mad at somebody for being nice, even if they are breaking the rules.  Not cool.

15. phone

I like old-fashioned phones.  Don't get me wrong, I love my iPhone, and it's hard to deny that dialing a rotary phone isn't quite as much fun as playing Fruit Ninja, but I sort of miss the heavy clunkiness of old phones and twirling the cord around my finger absent-mindedly while I talk.  I think it's funny that so many people (myself included) have these fancy, high tech phones and then set them up to seem low tech by setting the ringtone to sound like it's coming out of a 1950's newsroom, and changing the wallpaper to look like weathered barn wood.  I think you can even get an app that brings up a rotary dial on the screen, but I don't feel a need to go quite that far.

And because no blog post is complete without a picture of at least one of the kids...

I'm linked up to...

The Paper Mama
Jenni From the Blog
Parenting By Dummies
Because I'm the Mommy