At some point, I shall actually try to crank out a post that is well written, thoughtful and hilarious. For now? I’m still basking in the glow of my piles of laundry and thinking about the hideous potential of ANOTHER car repair, so I want to get down and have a little fun with you and Whoorl.

Why?

Because Whoorl is pretty. And it sounds fun. And possibly a little dirty. Although in reality it isn’t whatsoever. Dammit.

I think I have some of the best comments on the planet. (Seriously? Seriously.)

Which is why I want you all to come up with a caption and/or imaginary conversation for this awesome photo by the fabulous Dutch Blitz:

Whoorl is a good sport for letting me play this game. This is the two of us at Y’s infamous BlogHer CheeseburgHer Party. (Which I loved. After 33 years on the earth, I FINALLY attended a party that was shut down by The Law. I’ve arrived, people.)

There are no real prizes, but the commenter who comes up with the best caption for this photo will earn my undying love and respect. And I’ll make out with you and post photos of our make out session on the internet. Because THAT IS HOW I ROLL, PEOPLE.

(Ok, fine. If you DON’T want to make out with me I will let you choose the non-monetary prize of your choice. Want linky love? Done. Want me to read something of yours and review it, answer a question or write something about the topic of your choice? SO there. Want me to ride nekkid on a donkey with you at the next Mardi Gras? Maybe. It depends on how many beads I’ll get out of it.)

Point is: You’ll get to pick your prize. Within reason, of course.

And if that wasn’t enough excitement, MY HUSBAND may actually comment on one of my posts.

(Somebody be prepared to catch me if I pass out in shock, please. Except I’ll give Backpacking Dad a free pass on this one. He’s been doing heavy duty overtime in the chivalry department for the blogosphere lately and I imagine he’s a bit knackered.)

If you do, I will love you so much I will squee and lick you!

Careful, you are about to date yourself. *

(You might want to make sure your speaker volume isn’t up too high. I’m just sayin’)

I loved this show. Especially the end segment of “The Bloodhound Gang”. I totally thought I was going to be a detective when I grew up. Well, that or the Queen of England. Some dreams die a bitter, bitter death.

I loved so many TV shows from the 80′s: Silver Spoons, Heart to Heart, Fantasy Island, The Cosby Show, Moonlighting, The Smurf’s, and I totally wanted a bedroom complete with tilting flower cart to sleep in just like the one Punky Brewster had. I also cop to the fact that I started watching Days of Our Lives in the 80′s and I STILL WATCH IT FROM TIME TO TIME.

(I know, I know. I cannot help it. It is a sickness. Sigh.)

And who could forget MCGYVER?

The only man who could take a gum wrapper, some duct tape and a paper clip and make a nuclear missile.

Yup, McGyver and his mullet were one mean, lean crimefighting science geek machine. All business up front and a PARTY in the back.

(I totally wanted to put a photo of Richard Dean Anderson here with pink puffy hearts photoshopped in all around his head, but I think that would violate quite a few copyright laws. SO…just picture him and his mullet in a leather jacket staring at the camera like he wants to make hot, hot, scientific love to you right here, right NOW! Rad.)

So…what about all of you? What great TV memories do YOU have?

*Dedicated to Sue and Froyd-two of my original blogging “Peeps”. (You can take a pass at the licking. Go, Bemidji State!)