The Goats Name is Japeth

I admit it. I watch cartoons. I have no excuse. I don't have any children, yet today my husband and I watched Hoodwinked. I couldn't think of a good excuse to borrow neighbor children. Besides, our nearest neighbors are senior citizens with children older than us. Anyway, I think I found a new mascot for us. Instead of a monkey's butt, how about a goat's head. Watch this and tell me what you think (except of course, Mare, for whom this might bring back memories of a meal she'd rather not think about).
Oh, and the song explains really well why I have all the stuff I do in my purse.

My goodness...It's only a PICKLE!

I'm not meaning to come across as unfeeling, heartless or cold hearted, but yesterday I came across a strange google search someone had used and landed on my site.

What was the search you ask?

PICKLE PHOBIA FORUM.

I had no idea there was such a thing.

Now, I could understand a brussel sprout phobia or even a hairy kiwi fruit, but the innocent pickle?

It's not much to look at, but c'mon, even the stork loves a good pickle.

Well, of course, MAURY POVICH found someone who had the pickle phobia.

I can't decide if she's faking or not.



One minute I think she's faking (you know, just to get to stay in the fancy hotel he puts his guests in) then the next, I'm feeling bad for her.

Then she starts the total body shaking and that looks fake to me.

What do you think?

Are you afraid of any particular food?

Would you pretend you had a food phobia just to stay in a nice hotel?

What if we said we were ALL afraid of pinto beans and went on his show?