fun at the mumu

i took the noodle to the strong museum [or, the 'mumu', as she used to call it] yesterday. we had a bit of an ordeal getting there [the foci was rear-ended by a seemingly drunk man, who then had to be an a-hole and drive off. we're fine, the car is mostly fine, but my blood pressure still hasn't come down to an acceptable human level since it happened] but had a blast once we finally arrived.

this is the noodle in what i like to refer to as her 'clint eastwood phase':

acting...

directing...

and composing her own score.

and, finally, two ladies and their friendly neighborhood spider-man: