Tuesday, March 18, 2008
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.
Posted by Brianne at 5:56 AM
Thursday, March 13, 2008
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"
Posted by Brianne at 6:20 AM
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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...
Posted by Brianne at 9:08 AM
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.
Posted by Brianne at 9:06 AM