i hate myself for posting this
and i am sure this little one is adorable in every respect but does she or does she not look like chris farley? god is going to strike me down for poking fun at an innocent little one, but i can't stop snorting when i look at this picture. i don't know who she is; this was sent as a forward. i'm sorry little one but Holy Shnykees!
ok, enuf. i promise to never post another forward.
KARL WANTS ME TO TELL YOU: Claus will be in town August 11 - 14. Plans TBA i guess. karl would like to "organize something". the robus' might join us? rumors of blake are swirling around but are yet to be confirmed. He will get in on a Saturday so I will keep you all posted. Does anyone find it odd i don't know this person but am trying to make plans for his HOMECOMING, er, visit.
like i told jackie the other day, i don't mind being bossy. just as long as it's not bitchy bossy. just slap me if i cross THE LINE (b/w bossy and bitchy bossy!) everyone is welcome.
tonight while we were making breakfast for dinner, karl opens the microwave, where my bacon continued to "cook" for two minutes longer than his, pulls out a greaseless piece, looks at its beautiful, charred (almost black) edges doubtfully and says: "babe, i don't think this kind of bacon is actually made to cook any longer." CRUNCH.
ok, enuf. i promise to never post another forward.
KARL WANTS ME TO TELL YOU: Claus will be in town August 11 - 14. Plans TBA i guess. karl would like to "organize something". the robus' might join us? rumors of blake are swirling around but are yet to be confirmed. He will get in on a Saturday so I will keep you all posted. Does anyone find it odd i don't know this person but am trying to make plans for his HOMECOMING, er, visit.
like i told jackie the other day, i don't mind being bossy. just as long as it's not bitchy bossy. just slap me if i cross THE LINE (b/w bossy and bitchy bossy!) everyone is welcome.
tonight while we were making breakfast for dinner, karl opens the microwave, where my bacon continued to "cook" for two minutes longer than his, pulls out a greaseless piece, looks at its beautiful, charred (almost black) edges doubtfully and says: "babe, i don't think this kind of bacon is actually made to cook any longer." CRUNCH.
