My Photoshop-Foo is strong.
There's the threat...
Unfortunately, my free time is weak.
... but the followthrough lacks something.
Note to self: When baking if you drop an egg, do not try to catch that egg between your hip and the counter.
Not laughing. I am not laughing. I am
soooooo
laughing.
Erin the what? Beep or Natter? Glad you are healing, Erin. We miss you! At least I miss you. I am being all presumptious in speaking for other Bitches.
Poor, Erin! I hadn't seen the post earlier. I hope you're feeling better and posting with us again soon.
I did not ask anyone not to laugh at me. I'm here to amuse.
Made of Awesome
LOVE. I was wondering when someone would bring up that picture.
Heeeee! Poor sj, but at least you're still adorable! Unlike Teh Loomy One.
I plan to be SCADS of trouble this weekend, for I will have The Empress! Huzzah!!!
Your mind. Out of the gutter. NOW.
Party pooper.
Note to self: When baking if you drop an egg, do not try to catch that egg between your hip and the counter.
Not snickering.
I am being all presumptious in speaking for other Bitches.
In this, you speak for me.
Off to the bank and then off to the airport!!!
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
We're off to a gig for Teacup Guy's band. Then hopefully home for brownies, ice cream, and prezzies.
Erin fell off a chair fall-y enough to go to the hospital. The hell? Has anyone talked to her?
Though Hil has generally been in the lead, with Ginger close behind, Erin is quickly moving up to the front of the pack for sheer goofiness of self-injury.
It is perhaps instructive that her family laughed and laughed when she sat on a knife such that it stuck out of her ass.
That noted, get well soon, Erin.
It frightens* me that I don't rank a notable in the self-injury list. My parents would be so shocked thrilled.
*(and, yes, thrills a little as well)
I'm so proud of all of you.
So I put my ATM card in the machine and get some Fast Cash.
That transaction done, it tells me thank you and asks me to take my card.
This would be easier if the card were out of the slot. Which it is not. I press some buttons and nothing happens. It continues to ask me to take my card. I hear it attempt to spit it out, to no avail.
I peer in the slot and see the edge of the card and wonder if I can somehow nudge it out, poke it a little so that the machine can relinquish its hold on my financial security.
AND THEN IT JUST EATS MY CARD.
"Please insert card," it says.
I'm so proud of all of you.
Is that sarcasm? I can't quite read you tonight...
(You know, on retrospect, I am not sure if I can really work the Botox joke right now. My sarcasmeter needs to be calibrated.)