breakfast.

it's always been
a special time
that these guys share.

pilkture.

looky look what i took.

real mature.

my best gal pals and i
(or as i like to call them...my golden girls)
may or may not have made
a music video the other night...
wigs.
boas.
crazy mad dance skills.
the real challenge will be
convincing all the girls that
we can post the actual music video...
pretty please?

"i'm putting a bird, on a bird"

almost everyone is guilty of it...
so let's all just have a laugh and
realize that this bird trend is
out. of. control.

this video will kill you with it's
hilarity and truth...and you will die happy.



ps
i loved this chair but i felt like it needed something...
so i put a bird on it.

hello yellow.

and green...
and blue skies...
and kiddo...

oopsie.

remember this recipe?
(you should...it was only a couple of posts ago)

i forgot to list an important
ingredient...so sue me,
i'm fantastic...i'm not perfect.
(do i need to show you another pic of me as a teen,
that will surely give you nightmares,
to prove my imperfectness?)

garlic. garlic, people.

i mince at least three cloves
(to ensure that you'll have a nice garlic-y burp for several days)
and sprinkle it on right after
you brush the dough with olive oil.

...that is all.
forgive me.
seacrest, out.

the weekend.

(as much as i'd love to keep that hideous teen pic of me
as the first thing staring back at you when you pull up our blog, i won't
make you suffer any longer)

over the weekend
we ate pancakes,
stacked blocks,
and went on drives
down adorable streets. (boo, april snow...big boo.)



we also showed bennett
one of my favorite childhood movies.

milo and otis

ever watched a movie that you loved
as a kid?....not quite the same.

i still loved it, but
i'm pretty sure there
was animal abuse through
that entire flick...yikes.

i wonder what i would think
if i watched

on our own
adventures in babysitting
and mannequin again....

i may not be a beauty queen, but....

..............
..........
.................
.............
nope....
not even a good personality
can make up for this.

let's play a little i spy.
-the poofy hair.
-bangs that look like they want to
swallow my face.
-bra through hideous sweater...ewwww.
-'mom and sisters' picture behind me
where my hair is quite possibly
WORSE than in THIS picture.
-zits under my nose.
-awkward 'i'm so embarassed my mom's
taking my picture, but not really
because i put my hair in curlers and
i think i'm looking super fly' smile.

i triple dog dare
anyone to beat this gem of a picture.
TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU.

ps
does this, at all,
make you want to post
a hideous pic of yourself
for a good laugh?
if so, imagine me
pounding my fists on my
desk chanting "do it. do it. do it."