Today will have to be a brave day.
So, full disclosure, the amazing leggings I got were free, because my awesome friend Katie of Lineage Wear needed plus size brand ambassadors (basically, pictures of my big butt wearing … Continue reading
Because costumes for the playground are just what we do.
Not entirely coincidentally, I just finished a Susan Vreeland book about Renoir and his models during the time that he was painting ‘Le Dejeuner des Canotiers’, but now I want … Continue reading
Never go in against an eight-year-old when flowers are on the line.
Or a Sicilian when death is. Vizzini might not take you down, but Sophia totally will. She’s killed before. Since I seem to be on a wedding kick, I remembered … Continue reading
Congratulations, Siky Butch & the Wife!
This is a very specific cartoon for two very awesome ladies who got married Saturday, so apologies if it doesn’t mean much to anybody else. Cute, though, yeah?
Which is why there are big red scratches on my cleavage right now.
My Charlie cat is sweet and lovable and charming and clumsy as all hell. He never scratches me on purpose, but he loves being on my lap or my shoulder, … Continue reading
Seriously, don’t mess with this bridesmaid.
I was reminded of this story the other night — a while back, I was a bridesmaid in my friend L’s wedding, and I have this tendency when my friends … Continue reading
If I were in charge of a country or principality or dark empire or whatever, I would want a throne made of pillows.
Pointy thrones made of swords may make you look badass, but the effect will be negated somewhat when you have to sit on one of those inflatable rubber donut dealies. … Continue reading
Bangarang, good sir.
I’m saving what was going to be today’s cartoon for tomorrow, because Robin Williams died yesterday and I just can’t with the jokes right now. It’s not just that I … Continue reading
Rococo dresses are like potato chips. You can’t have just one.
Also, they’re ruffly. And possibly salty, based on the difficulty of cleaning. Forget I said that last bit, it’s gross. True, but gross. Because swinging is super fun, but … Continue reading
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