Hi there! Are you still here? According to my feed stats, you are a bunch of seriously loyal peeps.
Which is awesome.
I am unworthy.
And while this blog will stay here to remind us of days of old, I’m over here now.
BYOB.
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When Life Gives You Lemons, Don't Wipe Your Hoohoo with 'Em. . .
Running out of toilet paper sucks…
Running out of toilet paper sucks more than running out of diapers.
It sucks more than running out of milk or bread or coffee or (dare I say it?) vodka.
You know what sucks more than running out of toilet paper though? Running out …
5 Things that Utterly Scrambled My Goat this Morning. . .
1. Bug Dude
There’s a huge green grasshopper stalking me.
And I’m a little flattered that someone cares enough to do so.
2. Unfriendly Chick
I mean, seriously, I get that it’s retail– coffee-flavored retail, grant you- but retail nevertheless… And working retail sucks all sorts of hairy monkey …
Shock me, shock me, shock me with that intuitive behavior…
“Where are you going?”
“To the back…”
“Why?”
“Because you keep looking at me like you want me to die.”
Humph. I guess someone ate his shredded wheat this morning.…
As Facebook is to Old Bars Named “Fat Woody’s”
The Baby’s name was going to be Emily.
Emily Ellis Bell Shakespeare.
Totally pretentious and totally perfect…
Except for the fact that she’d probably end up in a classroom with 12 other Emilys…
And her Valentine’s Day Cards would be addressed to “Emily12“.
Which would totally screw with …
Desperately Seeking Mommy
I need a mother, methinks.
Not any run of the mill type mother though… more along the lines of the scheduling, uber-organized, “I’ve had a slew of children and could do this with my eyes closed and my hands tied to the doorknob with old shoestrings” type of mother who …
It’s the Superbowl— and Louisiana smells like bbq and beer.
In case you’ve been under a rock somewhere in Canada, you know that the Saints are in the Superbowl for the first time EVER. Everything in the state closed down at 3 this afternoon…
And the world smells so good that you wanna stick your head out of the window …
Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes are.
The Spawn of Shakespeare and I find ourselves spending a questioningly healthy amount of time bonding over various episodes, new and repeated, of Bones.
And I keep asking myself whether or not the show is entirely appropriate for children…
On one hand, they can name the majority of the …