I've been packing crap all week. I'm sick of packing. Will the family vacation kill me or not...only time will tell. Either way, I'll be back in a week to bitch.
PEACE OUT, HOMEBOYS AND HOMEGIRLS!
|You annoy me, Harry Potter, but you're still not as annoying as that f*cking idiot who brought her 4 year old to see this|
|yes I is. (image from Here)|
|post on one side, climby part on the other|
|begonias ~ one of my favourites|
|white cone flower|
|oh, what's this called again...|
|at last! The pink lilies!|
|little cone flower peeking|
|candy coloured coleus|
|can't remember the name of this either, but it's VERY drought tolerant!|
|on the porch - you can even see my rubby-dub lawn chair|
|I LURV white flowers|
|my kitchen window|
|not my picture, but it's in my garden.|
|Hey, there's PUKE under here! Cool!|
|see this fun slide that was on the website? Yeah, it hasn't been inflated in months|
|holy crap--I can't find my kid|
|here's the birthday party room where the kids get to eat their cardboard pizza. Sorry, there's only food for the kids. None for parents.|
|I've been here for FOUR HOURS! Mommy won't stop crying, hee hee!|
|only 5 kids at a time on the bouncy castle. The rest of you kids will have to have the tantrum of the century while you wait, and then lose your minds with pure rage after your 2 minute jump session|
|R. Patz: "how come I'm getting uglier with each new movie?"|
K. Stew: How come my acting has remained consistently wooden?
karen: WHY do I even go see these movies?
|Fatty's real name is "Tiger." The Man named her. I like "Fatty" Better though.|
|oh look at that FAT LITTLE THING! Who's a FAT LITTLE THING? A-Whuzza Whuzza... Look at that Fat little kitty! Is you a fat little kitty? Oh yes you is! coochy coochy coochy!|
|That's RIGHT, BITCHES: anyone who STEPS UP TO ME is going to get a MOTHERTRUCKING ROLLING PIN TO THE HEAD|
|"I'm still only going to clean the litter box twice a week, no matter the stank."|
"My mentors prepared me for the passage rite ahead. In my mother's deserted house, as I stuffed endless garbage bags with bric-a-brac that she had treasured and no one else would want, I knew other daughters had faced the same heart-piercing duty. I belonged to a sisterhood now—one every woman must eventually join unless her mother outlives her."