dear saturday,
This day was made for you and i.
So hold my hand and let's make some
Memories, shall we....
I know one thing for sure....
You are my favorite.

because that's my fun day.

the one rule to follow.

"Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — damn it, you’ve got to be kind."

-kurt vonnegut

Here's the Story of The Day:

connect the dots

resorting to connecting the dots this morning

because it was a long night 

& he needs to do something really simple 

to get started again.

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i feel like i need to start most all of my mondays off with connect the dots.

hello there. its sunday funday.  i will be beaching it in destin florida this afternoon with wonderful friends from michigan who are spending some time down south.

and of course, i invited miss sunshine.

I hope you had a glorious weekend.
More on mine later....maybe.
but for now- I've got a farmers tan to fix from the storage units auction i attended yesterday morning.

a rap song revised.

"throw confetti through the phone"
(i hope you guys are rapping singing on beat with me)

so i have this friend.
and today is his day of birth.
so celebrate. celebrate hard core.

because everyone needs a good excuse....

to make a toast.

take a shot.

to talk about age and the importance of surviving another year....

 and more than anything....

to throw confetti through the phone!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CLAUDE!
You are one cool ninja.

sticky icky. I'm not picky.

If I go MIA before the weekend please know that something is wrong....seriously turkeys! I plan on going to the lovely rosemary beach and would sure hate for the whole going mia thing to happen right before a beach weekend.

But just in case....
chances are I have glued myself to something and  can't get "unstuck" to call for help. I purchasd a small bottle of Elmers multi-purpose spray adhesive.

And let me just tell you....
that is some strong, tacky stuff! It is not playing around with me coming close to gluing my hand to a lampshade..or gluing my thumbs together....or somehow making a solo cup lay down a death grip on my thigh.

Nice work on making a bully, Elmer.
way to go. My thumbs officially feel like they would not even have a fingerprint if i had to get prints done.    

brown sugar cinnamon or else.

you know.... it's scary when the brain of mine starts thinking too hard early in the morning.

I woke up today
at a decent hour
on my day off
from the full timer wondering....

why are pop-tarts called pop-tarts when they don't exactly "pop"?

if you know the answer you will win a prize....perhaps a free palm reading given by none other than ZIGGY!
Because I am stumped.
Geez..some things just don't make sense. and the two words combined that we call those
little rectangle shaped tarts topped with frosting is not doing any popping like corn does when you microwave that bag....

lifesaver- and I don't mean the candy.

my lunch break saved my life (well.. sanity) today. This morning was nuts. So going home at lunch to love on my well behaved (four legged) child was excellent. And needed. And a huge breath of fresh air. and ten miles beyond glorious.

Now.... here's to a smoother afternoon.

A song for Saturday. A song for you.

Happy Friday to my mal mag followers and everyone else reading this. If I had it my way this weekend would be a week long....

I hope you nuggets have a weekend full of fun..and an adult beverage or two. :) cheers!

for the love of toms.

this is your (almost) daily daycare.

the story people

"Why is the world so confusing? he said & I said it's only confusing if 

you believe it has to make sense & he looked at me & shook his head
 
I can't believe they let just anyone have children, he said."
 
true this.
i cant believe they do either.... 
some people are just not fit to have a kiddo.

[the problem is with all these people having kids that are kids themselves]