Raggedy, shaved pussy, but I love him.
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Not your typical burger
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See, this is how my brain works
A few days ago, I was looking for a particular lolcat about a cat asking about Grey Poupon. As a refresher:
The original post had a mention of Bill Cosby singing Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.
I tried showing it to Katy last night on her tablet, with no success and much frustration.
So I ripped it and put it on my blog:
Because that’s how sad and anal retentive I am :D
Sing it, Children!
Apparently, I don’t speak French :)
My coworkers kindly tease me about the fact that my french is hard to understand (a fact I am reminded of each time I try and spell out my email R-G-L-C-O-T-E, no it doesn’t start with A…)
I sent them a link to the following two videos :)
What is seen cannot be unseen
Once you’ve seen a dog fighting a lobster with a spoon, there’s not much else to see.
Rock on, internet!
It’s past noon somewhere in the world
Having a Bean-free pre-anniversary lunch.
Yet another thing you never thought you’d actually say out loud
Last night, at 2am: “sweetie, I think I just peed on the cat, but it’s okay, it was just a little bit.”
Bean comes out with the best sayings
Last night, I was putting Bean to bed when I told him “you know I love you, right?”, to which he answered: “yes, but I drive you nuts” :D
This morning, he was playing on the springy horse in the playground and zigged when he should have zagged and ended up nutting himself in the teeth on the horse’s head. He was ok, no blood and no wobbly or chipped teeth, but you could see he hurt himself a bit (the whole bottom lip quiver and everything). We talked through it, and he said that if mummy made a cake with him this afternoon, that would help his teeth feel better. When I said I’d let his teacher he got hurt this morning, he said: “nooo! Don’t tell her. I’ll pretend to be happy!”
I love my Bean.
Not a bad day
Had pancakes for breakfast, managed to build all of the bookshelves and emptied out a few more boxes. At this rate, we should be ready for Katy’s parents’ visit in two weeks.
Random shit on my desk
