...and figured I was clearly not on the right track if that was NOT a bra.
I also walked out of Target empty-handed! The one thing that kept me from rushing straight to urgent care was that I did feel like organizing something, so I marched myself to my basement instead. I guess it was restoring order therapy that I needed as opposed to retail therapy. I get that whole feed a fever/starve a cold...shop a sinus infection/purge a cough thing mixed up I guess.
I packed up the Dickens' village until next year as the crowd started looking a little gamey...
...no, he doesn't golf, but come on...pure comic gold for a fifteen year old boy, with a $1 price tag.
I did not spot these gems until the other day...
...complete with a cape?
Since when did breakfast become so gruesome? Guillotine?
I noticed that I lost a few followers last week, and was going to ask if it was something I said, or did...then I realized that the people who left were probably not around to answer, so instead...THANK YOU!!!!! Thank you for hanging out here and reading. You deserve cheerleaders, lots and lots of cheerleaders!
|Seriously? Can you believe how many cheerleaders were on hand for the girls' varsity basketball game last night?|
Stacy has some random going on over at her place too!