Due to some strange and fun mixup, Husband and I went back to our room* after dinner in our fancypants Mexican resort and discovered this. Husband and I will be married 10 years this Halloween. While it's all romantic and shit to say "aww honey, it feels like we're newlyweds" we all know that's not true… Continue reading Inappropriate Vacation Picture!
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Merida, she is NOT (a teaser-trailer for the Demented Disney Princess post)
This is not a real post. I'm going to sunny gorgeous Cancun tomorrow for a week with the recovering husband (dude, after the horrible fall/winter we had, it's time for a fricken cocktail on the beach!). Depending on his vice-grip on the iPad, I may or may not have an opportunity to post rude pictures… Continue reading Merida, she is NOT (a teaser-trailer for the Demented Disney Princess post)
Jeepers, Creeper…you’re a sneaky peeper!
This began as a single (snarky) post about neighborliness, and the extreme lack of it, in my living situation. Then, while filling in the details about my crazy CIA neighbor, the suspected brothel and the demented Disney princess I realized I have WAY too much for a single post. Therefore, let me introduce a new unofficial-but-true… Continue reading Jeepers, Creeper…you’re a sneaky peeper!
WOOHOO!!!
This isn't a post. This is a goddamn celebration. Allie Brosh is back!!! http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.comGo forth and read her new posts immediately. They're funny, and awkward, and in my opinion utterly spot-on when it comes to dealing with deep depression. I'm so ridiculously happy she's back! I'll have a post tomorrow. Promise.
I’m Too Lewd for Google…Mwahahahaha
I was toying with the idea of putting a couple of ads on my blog, and so I looked into the Google AdSense stuff (since it's affiliated with Blogger and so is likely the easiest foray into the great unknown). Alas, it's not meant to be. According to the email I got from the AdSense… Continue reading I’m Too Lewd for Google…Mwahahahaha
Carpet Pooping…and Other Canine Adventures
As I'm sure you're aware (since for some reason my uterus post is the #1 read post on my blog, according to the internet gremlins who decided to count random pings from Eastern Europe as "read") I have no human babies. I have fabulous nieces and nephews whom I adore spoiling.And two excessively large canines… Continue reading Carpet Pooping…and Other Canine Adventures
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??
This will haunt my dreams. Proof the interwebz are possessed? You're welcome. BEARLACC!!*An alien contemplating its next victim? A balding werewolf? (Team Jacob in 30 years!). A SyFy Saturday night Creature? Really, who knows? *Or it's a bear, after an unfortunate encounter with an overzealous barber and a set of industrial-strength clippers. Seriously, THIS is why… Continue reading WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??
Clearly, I’m destined to write a cosmic guide for weird harlots.
Random search patterns resulting in people finding my blog this week: homewreckers and harlots werid shit cosmic guideLet's just ignore the misspelling of "weird" (would that be pronounced WEE-Rid?) since I'm assuming someone just fat-fingered their google search screen...although my blog is still recognized by google for both weird AND werid shit, and I think that's… Continue reading Clearly, I’m destined to write a cosmic guide for weird harlots.
No, no, you’re pronouncing it wrong. It’s "whOOre"
So I live in the Land Spring Forgot. Let's just get that out of the way: it's April something-teen and we're in the middle of yet another "shnit" storm (that would be Husband's word for the rain/sleet/snow shit that's currently coating the ground, and more importantly the roads, in a layer of slushy icy crap).… Continue reading No, no, you’re pronouncing it wrong. It’s "whOOre"
It was a Shark-Sarlacc…Sharklacc!
Last night I woke up seven times from nightmares. SEVEN TIMES. Sigh. Who needs sleep, after all, when you can lie in bed and contemplate the ramifications of being swallowed whole by anything with stomach acid? The first, and most vivid, is too fucked up to even attempt to psychoanalyze. But hey, if you have… Continue reading It was a Shark-Sarlacc…Sharklacc!
No Pithy Phrase 