Faithful reader Stephanie just made me a part of Donna's family. In the '70s.
It's like I'm visiting from the future, telling Donna's mom a little secret. "Donna is gonna put this picture on mybloooooog! We are all gonna obsess over it! Don't spend your money on this phoooootoooo!"
But while you're up, what is this?
I mean, other than an empty bird feeder because I am obviously the meanest person on earth? What is this–this substance all over the ground?
My car was similarly covered in this…thing which I sort of hoped was vanilla frosting. It somehow hearkened back to my childhood. To those many years in Michigan, when I said, "MOTHER OF PEARL WHY DO WE LIVE IN A SNOWY CLIMATE?! I CANNOT WAIT TO MOVE AWAY!!"
You guys. We moved to the SOUTH. I thought it was all, you know, hot and syrupy and magnolia-y here all the time. I thought I was gonna fan myself indolently with a palm frond. What is with the SNOW action?
Marvin had to pour hot water on my windshield because we don't own any of those thingies to scrape off the car. Yes, we did both grow up in Michigan. Shut up. You honestly forget. Plus, remember the part where we thought we'd be indolent with the palm frond?
And yes, Marvin is in his pajamas. They delayed school two hours. At least if it's gonna snow in the South, they have the decency to be wimpy about it.
Do you know what I need? Warm clothing, is what I need. All I have are cotton pants and cute little flats. Do you think I own one pair of tights or any sort of foot-covering device? One of my LA friends said I could get something called Cuddle Duds, but I am sorry, I cannot bring myself to purchase anything with the name "Cuddle" in the title. I could purchase something with "Duds" in the title, but that would also involve "Milk."
Oh, and hey! Speaking of bizarre images, did you notice my blog looks a little differented up? Sadie Olive, my fine blog designer, did some Botox injections. So I revamped my description, because how often do I talk about health (oh, and by the way I did try to weigh myself like I said I was gonna, and my scale just says "Lo" when you turn it on. I figure it is saying, "Girl, don't even bother to step on here. Your weight is lo, girl. You look GOOD! Mmm!" Or perhaps it needs batteries.), and I have my cute Comment of the Week thing, not to mention I now have Disease a la Mode, where I will fill you in on what's wrong with me now. Plus I still have blogs I like, although I am telling you now that people who go more than a month without updating are gettin' kicked off that list and I am talking to you, Miss Doxie!
And finally, I am not that mean. It's just that those birds will eat a whole tube of that seed in ONE DAY, I am not even kidding you and sometimes life takes over and I forget to refill it. But I try. I am tryin', dog. Keepin' my head above water. Makin' a wave if I can. Temporary layoffs. Good times!
That's what the birds will say if I ever feed them their ding-dang seed again.