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Happy Post

I don't have a happy post. I'm wanting to build one with your help. It's been...rough today. Rougher than earlier this week, and that should say something.

What I'm Asking You To Do:
* comment with a happy story! ALL HAPPINESS, pls.
* comment with a funny gif or picture
* comment with a soundcloud song that makes you wriggle like a pup

What I'm Asking You To PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT Do:
* share a story of trauma, even if you've overcome it (I cannot take one more ounce today)
* half-full that glass :(
* put down anyone, even if you think they really deserve it. Even if it's Karl Rove. Okay, he and Ann Coulter are fair game.

I'll start things off with this:

:) (or go here! WHEE! CAT BOUNCE.)

If you don't know how to share images, go to tinypic.com. Upload your image. C&P the raw link, and in the comment type: [img src="http link.jpg/png/gif"] replacing the [ and ] with < and >. Linking TO something is [a href="httplink"]your word for it - butts[/a] changing [ and] to < and >.

Bookmark this page; come back to it when things are bad and you need a smile (or at least less of a frown). <3 Be good to each other. Look out for your sister/brother. Share the last piece of candy. :)


Oct. 29th, 2012 07:57 am (UTC)
We went to Tunica this weekend for my sister's 30th birthday. At 4 a.m., my brother-in-law started knocking on my hotel room door Sheldon-style (*knock-knock-knock* Brittany! *knock-knock-knock* Brittany! *knock-knock-knock* Brittany!). I answer the door to find him standing in his underwear, completely drunk.

"What's wrong?"

"Got any lube?" I can hear my sister braying down the hall.

"... No..." All I could think was 'Please, don't elaborate.'

"Well, alrighty then." He then proceeded to shuffle back down the hall.

When I asked him this morning if he still needed the lube, he looked at me, terribly hungover, and said, "If you tell me right now that you had lube the entire time, I will come across this table at you."

Family :)


Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

Time Wot It Is

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