You know that saying about not having anything nice to say?
Yeah.
So I’m a little crabby. Maybe I’ve been a little crabby for a while. But this week has just left me extra brittle and busted. Like Lilo’s crotch.
Sorry Lilo. See?!?! I’m already ruining my resolve to be nice today. I’d just like to make it one week without an infection in either a boob or an eye.
In case you, too, are wallowing in a funk, here are a few happy thoughts to focus on:
- Yes we DO dare to dream of Doctor Horrible Two.
- My mom, Pegger the Kegger, celebrates another birthday tomorrow with a bunch of her girlfriends. So I can look forward to a slew of drunken texts from phone numbers I don’t recognize.
- Vaginas always win.
- Even though I’m out of beer and peanut butter cups, I have wine and cookie dough. Dinner is already made.
….and for you fellas – or just fans of boobs in general – here’s an extra special uke video. Also? Not me. Those things don’t appear to be leaking.
Now don’t we all feel better? Happy MFBT!
I’m all for vaginas and cookie dough! Yay vaginas! Yay cookie dough! (Also, feel better.) (Also, Yay NPH!)
Now, that’s MY kind of ukulele music! And happy birthday to Pegger the Kegger tomorrow. Born on St. Patrick’s Day, eh?
And a little something for everyone. You may have boobs and eyes filled with pestilence, but you still rock in my book 🙂
And you are sure those weren’t all just you in different tops? Minx. I love it.