For about the last 10 years, Donna has been busting my balls about having some grandbabies. It started just after high school and has gotten progressively worse over the last few years. (Poor Evan!)
I knit up these little darlings for a friend of mine who is having a baby this spring. Not only are these the most adorable things you've ever seen, but there is a little matching bonnet. Tres Bien!
Knitting these little baby treats is probably not helping the whole late-twenties womanly urges to procreate. Don't you just want to fill those little booties with some tiny toes???
It's a good thing I have friends who are brave enough to rear children. It should help fend off my urges for another few years at least... but I doubt that it will stop Donna from busting my balls.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
The one that got away...
I grew up in Sudbury - the Tim Horton's capital of Canada. The RRRoll Up the Rim to Win promotion for Sudburians is like what welfare day is to residents of East Hastings - a complete crackfest.
Over the years I have sipped my "double doubles" anxiously awaiting the moment when I can sink my teeth into the waxed paper edging... only to find out that I have been told to "PLAY AGAIN!"
Play again?! No matter how many times we curse and complain that we never win, we still play again, because the lip of the lid told us so. I am currently on a 2 year losing streak.... I believe Good 'Ol Tim has cursed me!
You can imagine my surprise yesterday morning when I rolled up my rim to find THIS! The curse was broken!
In fact, I was SOOO excited that I completely forgot to tear off the tab so that I could claim my prize, and threw the cup in the garbage.
I realized my error when I was standing in line at Tim Horton's this morning. I recoiled in horror as I realized that a) I didn't want to dig around in the office garbage can and b) that the cleaning staff had come overnight.
When I rolled my rim this morning, it told me to "Play Again"
Destiny.
Over the years I have sipped my "double doubles" anxiously awaiting the moment when I can sink my teeth into the waxed paper edging... only to find out that I have been told to "PLAY AGAIN!"
Play again?! No matter how many times we curse and complain that we never win, we still play again, because the lip of the lid told us so. I am currently on a 2 year losing streak.... I believe Good 'Ol Tim has cursed me!
You can imagine my surprise yesterday morning when I rolled up my rim to find THIS! The curse was broken!
In fact, I was SOOO excited that I completely forgot to tear off the tab so that I could claim my prize, and threw the cup in the garbage.
I realized my error when I was standing in line at Tim Horton's this morning. I recoiled in horror as I realized that a) I didn't want to dig around in the office garbage can and b) that the cleaning staff had come overnight.
When I rolled my rim this morning, it told me to "Play Again"
Destiny.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
We Have A Weiner!
But for real real... I did buy a dress. In a size 6 no less. Fuck yeah!
And so begins my quest for an ass so tight you could bounce rocks off of it. I am quite tired of the gym though. All those doubles on Op Skinny Jeans last year really wore out my welcome mat at the Goodlife.
However, on the DL I passed a sign this morning while walking from the Tim Horton’s (I needed a taste of Sudbury) to work that said “Boxing Club Opening Soon”. Very interesting...
And so begins my quest for an ass so tight you could bounce rocks off of it. I am quite tired of the gym though. All those doubles on Op Skinny Jeans last year really wore out my welcome mat at the Goodlife.
However, on the DL I passed a sign this morning while walking from the Tim Horton’s (I needed a taste of Sudbury) to work that said “Boxing Club Opening Soon”. Very interesting...
A Little Less "Tart" Please
Check it out... the fucktard that designed this monstrosity was definitely fired.
We were out shopping for my bridesmaid dress last week, and the sales lady came back with this beauty for me to try on. I do believe the exact words out of my mouth were: What the fuck is this? I am 28 years old, and I am NOT going to a children’s birthday party!
However, if I was going to hit up a children’s birthday party this dress would definitely make the final cut. I look like a cake topper for a sweet sixteen.
Donna would probably have bought this gem and worn it proudly just for jokes. I am not that brave. Yet.
We were out shopping for my bridesmaid dress last week, and the sales lady came back with this beauty for me to try on. I do believe the exact words out of my mouth were: What the fuck is this? I am 28 years old, and I am NOT going to a children’s birthday party!
However, if I was going to hit up a children’s birthday party this dress would definitely make the final cut. I look like a cake topper for a sweet sixteen.
Donna would probably have bought this gem and worn it proudly just for jokes. I am not that brave. Yet.
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