Lunchboxes fix EVERYTHING!
Found a lunchbox site this morning, full of lunchboxey goodness for everyone!
For me:
For Snowflake1006:
For Geisha (it said they were geisha girls, hon):
For Bianca:
For my dad:
For Rowen:
Found a lunchbox site this morning, full of lunchboxey goodness for everyone!
For me:
For Snowflake1006:
For Geisha (it said they were geisha girls, hon):
For Bianca:
For my dad:
For Rowen:
The past three years, my sister and brother in law have given my parents pictures of my mom’s 8 dogs doing various activities. My brother was the catalyst behind this whole enterprise, starting with dogs playing poker, then dogs playing pool. I present to you this year’s creation:
Dogs at the Last Supper:
Raymond is a GENIUS! This turned out SO well. He nixed my idea for next year: Dogs in Parliament. Dang it!
From Baltimore Diary:
You’re Love in the Time of Cholera!
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the one hand, you’ve loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff could get you killed.
Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.
I’ll tell you where I was. In bed. Sleeping. Until the phone vibrated next to me and the following exchange took place:
Me: You know it’s 7:30 am, right? What do you want?
Erica: Why aren’t you awake?
Me: I have today off.
Erica: OH! Well, um. Consider this your “It’s Friday December 22″ phone call.
Me: Thank you, I appreciate it.
You know your family loves you when they call to tell you what day it is. Wasn’t that thoughtful?
When dating someone that talks in their sleep, it is important to note that you should NEVER take what they say while sleeping seriously. This can be a tad confusing when the individual in particular answers direct questions in a coherent and completely believable manner. For example:
Me, coming in to the living room to ask something regarding dinner prep: Honey, do you have a problem with mushrooms?
My Sweetie, sleeping on the couch: No, no I don’t.
Me, walking back into the kitchen: Ok.
MS, after a few moments: Wait, WHAT was the question? Did it have something to do with mushrooms? Because I think mushrooms are disgusting.
And, while not quite as potentially problem-causing, but still funny:
My Sweetie, at 5:30 Saturday morning: I guess this means we’re going to have to soundproof your room, huh? (I was told later that this was apparently in reference to a work related problem.)
Funny gmail “sponsored link” found today:
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It’s sad because when I clicked on the link, it just took me to a list of links to get RID of panic attacks. Dang it!
This morning had started off kinda rocky when I rolled over at 5:15 am to re-set the alarm from 6 am to 7 am, only to forget to turn the damn thing ON. So, at 7:17 this morning, I rolled over to look at the clock and realize SHIT! I’m going to be late for work! Thankfully my morning routine doesn’t take too much time, and I rolled into work about fifteen minutes behind schedule. And of course, no one noticed.
My day was made much brighter when I received a call from our office admin telling me to come to the front desk to pick up flowers that had just been delivered. Even brighter still when I brought them back to my desk and found they were sent by my new sweetie:
It’s 5:23 pm, and there is STILL a smile on my face.
You would think that after the advent of my friend Mr. Potato Head the folks at Hasbro would have just packed up their imaginations and gone on vacation….BUT NO!!!
Look what Potato-y goodness awaited Heather and me at Costco today:
It’s Darth Tater! HA!
I am now the VERY proud owner of my very own Darth Tater, currently on display on my dining room table.
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