When I went to bed last night it was December but, when I awoke, I found myself on April 1st. That's the only explanation I have for this. Surely it must be a joke:
I'd like to say more, but, frankly, I'm dumbfounded. Why? And how? And who? But mostly WHY?
It's just so many different types of wrong.
Meet Bob the flower. Bob is angry. Bob hates bad punctuation. I want to marry Bob, or at least have this panel tattooed on my face.
It's cats....looking at cats.....looking at cats.....looking at...
First off, I want to marry this woman: A rubber soul was saved by St. Lennon
Secondly, how can this not get you in the holiday spirit?
For the guinea pig who has everything
Happy Christmas, everybody. And Happy Hannukah to you, Dave.
Oh my! This is disturbingly addicting!
(Hint: click on her and hold the button down and you can control her)
Clicky clicky
Haven't you always wanted to take a vacation with a crazy hippie? Time's running out!
If Amalah wasn't so damned funny and made me smile every time I read her blog? I would totally take her off my blogroll and never visit again, and all because of this photo: Wah.
Y'all, that is what I'd look like in a bikini RIGHT NOW....and I have not been involved in the gestation process in nearly two full years. Actually, scratch that. I would look way worse than that in a two-piece. Because, the way the stomach area looks? Yeah, my legs and arms and butt match that; perhaps even surpass it. So while Amy is hanging out (no pun intended), firmly entrenched on the Cute side of the bikini issue, I, myself, went screaming across the border into Horrifying a while back. Like, twenty years ago.
She's the Queen of Everything AND she always looks good in a bikini? Life just isn't fair, sometimes.
I had this book as a child and subsequently bought it for Madalyn. I always thought the illustrations were insanely creepy; now I know why. Alien manifestos just don't make good children's books!