Sunday Sunday Sunday

It was a good weekend, chock full of thrifting with Ellen and Psynde; then shopping and Wolverine with the husband and Caitlin (who summed up Wolverine as, “Bros before hos,” which sounds about right to me). It was a perfectly serviceable popcorn flick. Not the best thing I ever spent 90 minutes doing, but not the worst, either. I mean, let’s be honest: It couldn’t have sucked any harder than X3 if it’d been hitched to a Dyson. And the less said about Vanhelsing the better.*

Anyway. Here’s wee