*Wiggle wiggle wiggle grunt schhhhlooooooop* 1. I LOVE this! I’m gonna buy 50 pair and wear them every day! I look GREAT. 2. Move even slightly. 3. *Undething rolls down, over fat blob, binds uncomfortably and visibly underneath fat blob, in front of everyone, creating Hourglass Figure of Hell. There
That’s what they say, anyway. Kind of like the OG Elf on the Shelf. Or maybe Where’s Waldo if you are in an emotional pinch. Which makes us occasionally the blue muffed snow-person, derpily minding our own business, not even aware that JESUS IS RIGHT THERE. Perhaps merely photo-bombing
I mean, when the penguins get here, you know the party’s about to crack off. Look at those pupils! PS: The kids have decided that sock snow-person in the back needs to be in the vase. I never got a complete explanation, but wondered if that one is the Hannibal
It’s time for another installment of holiday hi-jinks with your old friend Anne. Who, I must admit, is dragging ass all over the place. If I wrote Christmas songs, this year’s would be titled, “Eff this noise, I need a nap.” This podcast episode is called Cheekbone Implants of
Longtime readers know one of my favorite things to do around the holidays is catch the Irish flu, lock myself in the office, and play. This is especially my favorite thing when I’m supposed to do grown-up stuff like spend quality time with extended family, or clean my house in