turkey on the brain!

I just ate the most delish turkey! Not this one, of course. This was my costume for my annual Thanksgiving dress up party. I'm hoping next year, I will have more guests besides my toothless ex-mother in law (no offense, Nance, you know I loved the figgy pudding).

Gobble

can't get enough

Am I alone when I declare I love McDonald's Wizard of Oz collector's toys? Here my proud collection sits. Does anyone have any advice on dusting techniques that will not harm the paint? I love to just take some time out and stare at my collection, in fact, at times I realize I have been in the same spot, just staring for over four hours! My imagination just runs wild.

why wifebeaters are better than tees

1. I manicure my stache on an hourly basis. For shampoo, I luxuriate it in pantene pro-v, as well as a lengthy leave-in conditioner treatment. But this process does not compare to the care I provide for my pithair. My pithair is magnificient. How would anyone know that if I had sleeves covering that? They wouldn't.

2. My belly button sings. Now, not literally. But it's beautiful. This is why I always snippet a section of my beater off. To make your day.

3. Ladies love poppin' the whiteheads on my back. They can't resist. In fact, it's a great way to break the ice.

You dig? Cool. If not, your mom.