What do you get away with?

Golden parachutes make for wild rides.

In us and thermometers.

Recommendations?

Or tell the dog.

And he had a beard!

But she is always right, somehow.

Sigh.

Oinky!

Father Merrin, help!

For Nick: Offer to trade.

Go visit grandma.

College majors in the US.

Don't worry, Indexed purists, the computerized look is a one-day-only thing.

See you in/from Maine.

I’ll be leaving for the PopTech conference in Camden, Maine on Wednesday morning & presenting some Indexed-type fun on Thursday afternoon.

The whole event will be streamed live here, and you can even submit questions, if you're into that sort of interactive thing.

It should be very (to use one of my all-time favorite words) neat.

There's something on your—oh, nevermind.

Dressing up.

Somebody needs a time out.

She'll show you.

Drat. I do that every Fall.

Interesting people are interested.

Yay, presents!

Nasty.

Hee-hee, glad it's not me.

Spun like silk. Or a kid on a roller coaster.

Whatever.

Around we go.

Bummer! Talent was rewarded.

Argh.

Suzy went as a lion. Bobby went as greedy brat.

What are you gonna do about it?

Home schoolers and ladder climbers.

Just thinking about this a lot lately.

Procrastination = maggots.

Massive proportions.

They know what you're up to.

Burp.

Ahhh! Get away!