In a word: this:
At long last, you've come to me, my precious new stove. We shall be SO happy together!
Yes, Lowes delivered and I'm delighted. It heats up much faster and works better than the previous, ancient, half-broken piece-o-feces that resided in our home until yesterday. No more cooking on three 6" coil burners! Also, my oven? Yeah, it's convection. I'm giddy.
In related news, my inner child is seaking legal emancipation and damages.
Moving on, my cats are cute:
YOU SEEIN' WHAT I'M SEEIN'? BIRRRRRD!
And finally, a public service announcement to Old Navy. I know some have said that these are back in:
But I don't think it gets any clearer than the "KIDS" sign that appears in the background because frankly, THINK OF THE CHILDREN. GAH!
Oh, and this was totally delayed by Blogger's picture-uploading function being petty and mean this afternoon and NOT WORKING. That's reason half the pictures come from flickr and half from Blogger. The asymmetry is making me cranky.
4 comments:
That new range will probably really help out with your crystal meth production, huh?
It'll pay for itself in a month and a half!
Seriously, though, this particular joke seems a bit obscure, "out of left field," if you will. Care to divulge your sources of inspiration?
BTW, Miss you.
I don't know, I guess I just like crystal meth jokes. No source of inspiration I guess.
I miss you, too. And your husband. We should work on fixing that.
Hah! Cracking me up with the "inner child" emancipation issues. Also, completely understand.
It usually comes to me around Christmas when I am opening presents. When did boring presents become so freaking fun?
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