The only picture of me I'm aware of on the internets is here. Unfortunately, I 'm not looking at the camera and have what may be THE freakiest half-smile in the world plastered across my slightly inebriated face.

When somebody asks you for a pic, and all you have is some random pictures taken by a drunk friend at a bar, this is the kind of thing you have to put up with. I should get more pictures taken of me, I guess. But it seems so hard.

Gris, you're four years old! I mean, you're so cute, but you look so very young (treasure it--it leaves quickly).

Oh, gosh, blankets. I don't remember who got my blanket, but I remember all those hundreds of beads I handsewed on it. It looked so nice I almost kept it for myself.

Despite his protestations, Gris is a cutie!!!

Despite his protestations, Gris is a cutie!!!

He's been holding out on us!

I may or may not be in on another blanket exchange. I could make a quick minkee, I guess.

He's been holding out on us!

Not fair! I think we should force him to attend the next F2F, so we can pinch his cheeks.

I am blanketless, at least in the Bitch sense.

I hope your mother's surgery goes well and things settle down a bit for your, mg.

Damn, Gris is cute.

Sean was first my blanketer.

Yes, my blanket consisted of a big white cotton blanket written on with fabric puff-paints.

I might be interested in trying again, but I would be the biggest slacker in the exchange.

If we ever do a tiara exchange again, my gf was making noises about wanting a tiara, so I'd have to enter her in the exchange.

I'll do a Bitch Blanket exchange.