Not Whining. I Swear.
Friday, April 18th, 2008Fast-topic-changing Friday, first door on your left.
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Sad. This is Arbor, the cutest dang sweater ever. My problem? The shoulder-to-bust ratio ain’t gonna fit me. It isn’t supposed to fit off-the-shoulders like this.
I can either start lifting weights and hope for beefier shoulders, or I can give up. Sigh. Next…! |
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New product alert! We can all be more discreet with our germophobia issues now! This is a hand-sanitizing spray, but it looks like a marker.
“La, la, la…just a minute, let me write that down…” spray spray spray spray Next…! |
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I might, might, might be adapting to Texas weather. Finally.
It was 80 degrees in the house, and I was fine. Not whining, not sweating, not a single swear word. I didn’t even need to turn on the air conditioner. Next…! |
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I had a lot of fun with my self portraits this week…here’s one I especially like.
Next…! |
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When you come to my house, don’t even bother trying to sit on the sofa. They have arranged it just the way they like it, and they are enforcing a strict No Human Zone policy.
Have a great weekend! |
