Look no further, friends. I saw this at a handbag store on my way to work this week. Get dad that studded Betty Boop purse he’s had his eye on. The only question is, which one? (Pretty sure they ship, too!)
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I saw these Create-Your-Own Large Conversation Hearts when I was at the grocery store over the weekend and instantly knew I couldn’t pass it up. It was to be my Valentine’s Day project. Darn things are way too small. I couldn’t fit “I prefer chocolate over your penis any day of the week” on the “large” conversation hearts. Looks like someone isn’t being truthful about size.
I woke up Friday morning, the first day of my four day vacation, with a sore throat. Uh-oh, I thought to myself. This won’t be good. A shower didn’t help, neither did the 7+hour road trip I’d taken the day before from Chicago to Ohio with my brother and sister-in-law’s boisterous but loveable dog, Walter, to whom I am very allergic. I did everything I could – purchased the Zyrtec plus congestion meds that I was put on the national meth registry for buying, sat in the front seat, etc. By Friday afternoon, the sore throat had migrated down into my chest and I hacked like a life-long smoker with a breathing problem. By the time we’d arrived at my family’s lake house Friday night, I knew I was in trouble. (For those who are regular readers of my blog, this is the same place where I had my eyebrow threading adventures last summer.)
I had been looking forward to the Turtle Races for months, ever since my friend Michelle told me about the bar that hosted it down the street from her husband’s old neighborhood. We had planned to go before, but I’d gotten sick and wasn’t able to attend. So when the e-mail titled “Turtle racing?” arrived in my inbox last week, I was all over it.
For the second year in a row, I attended the Best Picture Marathon that’s held the day before the Oscars, where you watch all the Best Picture nominees in a movie theater with other “movie lovers.” (Or misfit toys, your pick). Last year it was ten movies, this year it was nine. Here’s my experience:
I love Tater Tots. Not as much as my dog loves McDonald’s ice cream, but a lot. So you can imagine the stress I feel when I have to bake them. You see, I had a Tater Tot Emergency awhile back that my Mom LOVES to bring up. In fact, she brought it up AGAIN last week. We’ll just call it the “Flaming Tot Emergency of 1999.”