...I came across this over at Downeast Doing Stuff (and by the way, not only is Elenka a Mainer, she's a damn talented one at that! I covet her paintings!), and knew at some point I was going to pinch it and post it here at the asylum. Of course, Elenka is very new to the folks here at the asylum and I worry that I might have scared her off.
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Once the initial shock of this photo subsided, I had to ask myself if it was a pregnant belly or just a dude with a serious case of beer-belly?
And then I made the mistake of looking at one of my own beloved fur beasties as he was walking by and I gagged. I love my cats. Despite the raging flea-battle we are waging (don't even get me started on it. I can thank the neighbor behind me for the parasitic invasion. They do not believe in treating their animals for fleas and as a result of their walking flea bag getting into my yard - I swear I'm going to electrify that fence!- we are now dealing with a flea problem of infinitesimal proportions that's going to drive me completely batshit insane! And yes, this is the very same neighbor who whistles horror movie tunes at the butt-crack of dawn and who has Satan's spawn for children! Woops, I went and got started, didn't I?) , I do love the evil little things. Even as much as I love them, there ain't no way, no how I'd ever get something like this. This is just wrong on so many levels.
So, now that I've probably ruined your morning and you're feeling stabby and would like to stick forks in my eyes, or maybe even your own, how about I tell you something cool?
I finally restored all of the posts saved to Word and once I've loaded them onto the new computer with the monitor as large as my ass (which explains the horrible crick in my neck), I will start the series about how Gareth and I met. But that's not all my pretties. Oh no, I've got lots of fun stuff shoved up my sleeve.
I'm working on a huge giveaway. We're talking a $300 Target gift card HUGE. Yeah, that's right. So you want to be sure and stick around for that.
I've also been penning a missive about how much I'd love to dethrone Dooce. Yes, that Dooce. Well, I don't know how much of it I mean, but you'll just have to check back in to read it and find out. And really? It's not so much about dethroning Dooce as it is...oh wait, I'm going to give it all away before I've even hit the publish button on it. Silly me!
I also have an iTunes gift card that's burning a hole in my safe that is screaming, "Give me awayyyyyy!"
In the meantime, why doncha go check out this ringer for a boobie. A boobie just laying around on the ground. If I had these kind of mushrooms sprouting in my yard, I'd no doubt have every teenager in New England on my front lawn. A boobie I might add that resembles the kind of boobs I'd like to have on my very own chest. How pathetic is that? So go check this out. Unless you've already been blinded by the above photo. But I hope not. Because if you are blind, then you can't read the rest of this post. That would be sad.
And then I made the mistake of looking at one of my own beloved fur beasties as he was walking by and I gagged. I love my cats. Despite the raging flea-battle we are waging (don't even get me started on it. I can thank the neighbor behind me for the parasitic invasion. They do not believe in treating their animals for fleas and as a result of their walking flea bag getting into my yard - I swear I'm going to electrify that fence!- we are now dealing with a flea problem of infinitesimal proportions that's going to drive me completely batshit insane! And yes, this is the very same neighbor who whistles horror movie tunes at the butt-crack of dawn and who has Satan's spawn for children! Woops, I went and got started, didn't I?) , I do love the evil little things. Even as much as I love them, there ain't no way, no how I'd ever get something like this. This is just wrong on so many levels.
So, now that I've probably ruined your morning and you're feeling stabby and would like to stick forks in my eyes, or maybe even your own, how about I tell you something cool?
I finally restored all of the posts saved to Word and once I've loaded them onto the new computer with the monitor as large as my ass (which explains the horrible crick in my neck), I will start the series about how Gareth and I met. But that's not all my pretties. Oh no, I've got lots of fun stuff shoved up my sleeve.
I'm working on a huge giveaway. We're talking a $300 Target gift card HUGE. Yeah, that's right. So you want to be sure and stick around for that.
I've also been penning a missive about how much I'd love to dethrone Dooce. Yes, that Dooce. Well, I don't know how much of it I mean, but you'll just have to check back in to read it and find out. And really? It's not so much about dethroning Dooce as it is...oh wait, I'm going to give it all away before I've even hit the publish button on it. Silly me!
I also have an iTunes gift card that's burning a hole in my safe that is screaming, "Give me awayyyyyy!"
In the meantime, why doncha go check out this ringer for a boobie. A boobie just laying around on the ground. If I had these kind of mushrooms sprouting in my yard, I'd no doubt have every teenager in New England on my front lawn. A boobie I might add that resembles the kind of boobs I'd like to have on my very own chest. How pathetic is that? So go check this out. Unless you've already been blinded by the above photo. But I hope not. Because if you are blind, then you can't read the rest of this post. That would be sad.
