Happiest of Birthdays, Andrea! (slackerace)
Yesterday, I had somecandytalkin come up for a visit and she brought me a BRA!! (She remembered my rant) I tried it out today and it WORKS. The girls don't budge. And it's VIOLET! Woot. She also gave me a copy of Bust magazine, and if you aren't reading it, you are missing out. Great articles, independent shops, many things of the good. And Amy Sedaris! I will have a new icon by this evening.
For the knitters: knitpixie They have alpaca and BAMBOO. Dude, it feels like cashmere. It's all the rage, apparently and it feels GOOD.
Awesome T-Shirts: stayoutofmybush "Use your words, kids!" Hee hee!!
For "big girls": T-Shirts and more: datgurl (Size 12+)
For PHUN TOYS!!!: thesmittenkittenonline
I'm lame, I know. I should have known about all of this.
Mr. Stoney came home earlier, we had a super fun night laughing and being silly, went to the grocery store today and were goofy and "sneak-dancing" behind the old ladies. I luff him. He promised to make it up to me for not getting to go to NY because of the Schmoo and her nightmares. There will be outdoor fun, shopping (I luff him) and herbage. Hee! I'm irresponsible. But relaxed... We bought him new suits and dress shirts today and he is looking FOINE. He will have a good weekend, too. :-D
I found my old "Deep Thoughts" book this morning and have been cracking up all day. I share the fun with you now. Because I luff you ALL!!!
It takes a big man to cry, but it takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man.
I'd like to see a nude opera, because when they hit those high notes I bet you can really see it in those genitals.
As I bit into the nectarine, it had a crisp juiciness about that was very pleasurable - until I realized it wasn't a nectarine at all, but a HUMAN HEAD.
In weightlifting, I don't think sudden, uncontrolled urination should automatically disqualify you. (It's the "uncontrolled" that gets me.)
Laurie got offended that I used the word "puke." But to me, that's what her dinner tasted like.
If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mister Brave Man, I guess I am a coward.
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the person's house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o'-lantern with a knife in the side of its head with a note that says "You." After that, I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
Love you all! Have a glorious weekend, on me!