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I just ate a brownie and vanilla icecream, and now I'm sitting here with my hair covered in ugly ass purple foam that is supposed to make it auburn. ::crosses fingers::
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I had color mousse foam in the 80's. It washed out in one washing though. I'm watching the news about how we're having snow overnight then it's going to get to 60degrees this week. Yeah, that's not supposed to happen.
I somehow got a cold midday and feel like shiit. It was a long day. Birthday party was a success. Green cake and all.
I'm eating these. They're really tasty!!!!
Tuna smoothie sounds really disgusting. I'm sorry, Mod.
Mod--gross, gross,gross
The foam color is even thinner than mousse. It may be ok if you have short hair but it was awful.
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I think tuna mush explosions are perfectly acceptable reasons to cry.
Also, I want to wear something cute to go with my new hair tomorrow, but my husband somehow managed to give me a hickey on Friday night, so I have to wear a scarf. Are we freaking 15 years old? What the crap, man? I feel so trashy.
Ha!
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Crap...I Mean Crafts
yay Duckis! I am sure you're doing it perfectly. If you weren't I suspect Allie would let you know.
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yay Duckis! I am sure you're doing it perfectly. If you weren't I suspect Allie would let you know.
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If I were a man (or fitty) I'd totally call my penis THE WIZARD - HappyTummy
I made chicken pie and a whiskey pear tart to feed our friends who are visiting. I probably could have eaten the entire tart by myself.
And then thrown it up as soon as I read about tuna smoothie all over Mod and her kitchen.
I feel like kind of an antisocial goon a lot of the time, mainly because of the hours Lorne and I keep and because the majority of our friends here moved away, so it's nice to have people visit and be reassured that I do still know how to have an adult conversation and am still kind of funny.
I'm sure you're doing a wonderful job, Duckis, but I agree. Until I got into the swing of things (and as I was tapering off) it was totally anxiety-inducing.
Ugh, the last couple days it's been around 80 here. Like, it's great that we could take our friends to the beach and all, but it's motherfoffing January and we had to slather everyone up with sunscreen multiple times.
i hope you ended up liking the end result of your color job buddha. all that work, it had better be good!
picture?
mod i am so sorry about your chum-themed kitchen decor. that sounds just...the worst!! i'm pretty much speechless.
it is morning now, obviously. i was on super high alert this morning because we had to get up early to get alison to her back up babysitter (our regular DCP's father is very ill) and at some point i lost the upper hand on the morning, because instead of letting me transfer her pb cheerios from her bowl into a baggie to take with her, she went all Andy Samberg on me
and THREW IT ON THE GROUND!
Oh, Katie. Those moments suck so hard. Glad to see you're keeping your sense of humour about it....major accomplishment.
I'm currently fielding questions about Toy Story 3. We've watched it dozens of times, but the same questions are asked, over and over.
My BIL came over this weekend to measure our basement. He and Andy are going to finish it so WW3 doesn't break out when James starts to walk. I can't wait for it to be done, but weekends for the next 4-6 weeks are going to be hellish. Andy will not only be totally occupied, he'll also be in very poor humour. I'm planning multiple trips to my parents with the kids.
hello. the tuna incident makes me want to hurl. I already cannot stomach tuna. Tuna hair would freak me out.
Duckis, I totally know how you feel. And even though I have been through it before, I anticipate it again. I think that just when you are about to go completely insane from it is the magical moment when you realize you can do it.
TSD, I'm glad the party went well.
I need that gif of Jim Carrey gagging from Dumb and Dumber for the tuna story.
When I think back to my BFing experience, my stomach tightens into knots and I start feeling like I'm going to rage cry. If we have another one, I might attempt exclusively pumping, but I won't be putting baby to teat. I just can't.
I don't think I've ever had a hickey.
We made reservations to go to a restaurant next week that is known for its beer selection. They have a tasting menu with beer pairings that H wants to do, but the entire table has to order it. I don't want it because the appetizers are, like, trout carpaccio or something. I'm standing my ground.
Ewww, Limburger cheese. I hate all stinky foot cheeses.
Tuna doesn't smell bad to me. It smells like delicious tuna.
Although, if I got it in my hair I would be washing it immediately. I know I don't have to worry about drying time, though, so it's different. But the thought of sleeping with tuna hair is disgusting.
we all fall down sometimes
brass and ballet flats
Your mom smells like ****.
I like imagining all the things **** could stand for.
Right there with you, katie. I took MC to the mall to get new shoes yesterday. Two stories from this trip...
Story A: The whole way there, all she could talk about were "NEW SHOES! RED SHOES!" so we were pretty much committed to a color. I get to the store and find they have a BOGO 50% off.. Sweet. It's an outlet, so there's already a discount, I'm going to get two pairs for the price of one. It's a good thing because the only pair of red shoes in her size in the store were boys light up firefighter shoes. Which she promptly fell in love with, and shoot, that kind of melts my heart that she wants to rock some fierce shoes and is at the age that she doesn't care that their from the boys side. So pair number two was a bit more girly.
Story B: I let her burn off some energy at the kids playspace there, and of course there's a woman doing balloon animals there, so of course I shell out $4 to get her a balloon, and of course the wind picks up as we walk outside and blows her balloon away. Cue toddler meltdown. So back into the mall we go, to another balloon kiosk and drop another $3 (gotta love the price gouging by the kiosk closer to the kids area). Now I'm insisting that I hold the balloon on our way to the car. Cue another toddler meltdown. Cherry on top of this fun sundae? MC has overpowered the stroller buckles (like its hard?) and is kneeling and facing me while losing her ***, I'm just trying to get us to the car in one piece with the balloon in tact, and some smartass teenager has the balls to say to me "She's not buckled, she's going to fall out." Yes, I'm aware. Thank you. I really don't know how I parent without constant instruction from the peanut gallery. Go take your birth control pill.
Of course 20 ft later, MC does in fact fall out (uninjured, but ego bruised). Which I think she kind of needed to do in order to learn her darn lesson. Bad mommy, party of one.
Mucho likes purple nails and purple cupcakes
We've had this conversation a lot around my house too. Last summer was awful. If you believe such things, farmer's almanac predicts a mild summer next summer (2-3 deg cooler than 'average' temps).
I have become much better about just saying "eff-it, if something happens, it happens." I do always have an escape route and bribe for public places.
Yesterday I anticipated that extracting Ian from the aquarium and getting him back into his stroller would be a problem, so I had five new Matchbox vehicles in my bag. I gave him the helicopter and he got right in the stroller, and at the same moment we saw a dad resort to a fireman carry to get his toddler daughter out of the building.
This week last year, it was snowing like crazy and I got three days off work. Now it's going to be in the 60s.
I need some freaking snow days so I don't go insane, people.