Tater Tales

It Works for Him

Once Small Fry FINALLY falls asleep, he goes into a deep, deep sleep that lasts until just before dawn.  After that his sleep becomes lighter and he's easily stirred.

Because of the way our house is arranged, you can hear the shower, though faint, from Small Fry's room, and it often wakes him up.  I can't tell you how many mornings Small Fry has come to the bathroom door while I'm in the shower, and, with his blanket and pig, plops down on the floor and goes back to sleep.

I'll be so sad when he stops sleeping with his knees curled up under him, whether he's in his bed or on the floor.

Blame It On the Spam-Man

So.

For the last couple to three weeks, some very odd comments have shown up on ye old blog, most of which claim something about how to get some, um, cheap "pharmaceuticals."  And then the text is nothing but a long strain of numbers, letters, and symbols.

I do not know what this means.  Has Tater Tales been hacked?  I have no clue.

However, I DO know that I would prefer that these comments stop popping up.  Therefore, I've changed a couple of settings.  By default, commenters are required to leave an email address just in case you and I become best friends forever and want to chit-chat via the interweb.  Now, in an effort to ward off some of the spam, if you want to leave a little note -- which you know I love -- you'll have to enter a randomly generated access code.  I know.  Annoying, and I'm sorry.

I'm also going to hold comments until I've had a chance to check them over, at least until I can tell if any of these changes make a difference.  

Again, I'm sorry.  

Blame it on the spam-man. Or perhaps it's a woman, in case we would blame it on the spamette.

 

 

Broken-Hearted

Zaz's Rowdy Zeus

May 15, 1995 - February 4, 2012

If a dog is man's best friend, then the Labrador Retriever is his soulmate.

- Anonymous