Phew. What a week. But it’s Friday. And I have a wine opener. I’m not afraid to use it.
But first, here’s Installment Three of Uber Cheesy 80′s Love Songs Massacred on Herbert for VD Awareness. Or something.
Happy MFBT!
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Cutting out dairy is surprisingly easy…when you replace it with bacon and french fries. # This is what happens when I don’t get my shit together and record the video the night before. But a gal can’t waste a chance to uke a cheesy 80′s love song, can she? Shout out to Joules for reading my mind and giving me the confirmation that this counts as a VD song. Heh. Nothing says [...] Apparently it’s going to take me more than three months to not squirm at the “m word.” And no, I don’t mean moist. So. I’ve been a…*cough*…a mo…*swallow*…a moth…*cough, cough*…a mothe…*ahem*…a MOTHER (there I said it!) for three months. Three months. THREE. MONTHS. (Hey, Jenny Slater.) Also? Please don’t expect me to call Rocco “Dad.” “Dad” lives in [...] God bless The Oatmeal. And hooray for Veg because she finds the [...] Everyday is an exciting new adventure in bodily fluids…and not so fluids. #  It’s like Fiona Apple came up with the title for this post, eh? Also you can’t use pictures as titles. Otherwise…. And I’m thinking that between now and Valentine’s Day, all the Friday ukes should be cheesy love songs. I have a few in mind, but I’m totally open to suggestions, too. And large sums of money. And [...] Brace yourself, Interwebz. I have to talk about my boobs again. For those of you desperately in need of a vagina fix (Heh. That was way more fun to type than I even imagined.), may I suggest checking out this link. (So incredibly not safe for work but still amusing.) Or this one. (Well I think it’s [...] *Dad returns from fetching the paper* "Best news ever! Oscar de la Renta has managed to combine earmuffs and headphones!" # “Aren’t you a happy baby? Yes you are. Yes you are! What a happy baby!” They cooed at each other while I aggressively scrubbed the yellow crust that had collected on a shelf support long before we moved into the house. I withdrew from the cold, white box, tripping over the cat before [...] |
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