It's not you, it's me

You know when you are ready to break up with someone but you can't because you don't have a car and he drives you to work so you are sucking it up and saving money so you can finally buy your neighbor's daughter's Celica and be done with him?  That is how I feel about this outfit.

I hate you so much.  See you tomorrow.

Love,
Kristen

WTF Wednesdays

I can feel his hot breath on my scalp and the too tight waist wrap from behind as if I am actually Anne H.  I'm suffocating just looking at this.

Love,
Kristen

Poison rules. No, not the band

Meet my three new room mates:

Dick

Buttholes

Bitch

There are a lot of friggin hippies in the state of California, and I am not one of them.  My neighbors apparently are all suffering the same plight as me but refuse to have anyone spray their places.  This morning, Mr. Exterminator man came in and seeing all of my glorious freeloading friends, suggested the ultimate solution.  FOG!  Mother Effer is going to come in here with a respirator on and fog these asswipes out of my life once and for all!  GO POISON!

Lasting effects?  Does anyone really care?  I'm not breeding, so I won't end up with a TLC baby.  Dolly is old, so am I.  While she is at camp and I am watching the Kansas City Chiefs take their first victory at Arrowhead, those filthy insects will be dddyyyyying.

Don your gas masks people!  It's going DOWN.

Love,
Katie

Make it a Double. I love you TLC

Although TLC can't take responsibility for this fascinating new twist in Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, I do see an opportunity here. 

Maybe Baby Caitlin's thumbs can have their own show?  Or her thumbs could team up with Steve Oedekerk and do their own version of an Abby and Brittany Spin off?

Thoughts (besides that I am going to hell)?

Love,
Katie

Fall Plans: Morph into a Woman

After Kristen made a daring list of her fall must-haves, I decided my fall fashion goal was simply to be a little more put together (no yoga pants or pajama bottoms) before walking out the door.  Although I managed to wear cute shorts AND a belt to take Abby to her first day of 3rd grade, no form of a brush touched my teeth or hair.  How am I doing?

Love,
Noods

Single White Female called...

You may recall Dum posting that Noods and I had become "Barb".   Well, I've done one better.  Noods has this great Alice & Olivia dress:

When we recently went to a massive Saks sale, I bought this:

(Also Alice & Olivia)

Today, I asked her what jewelry she wore with hers, she sent me this photo:

I asked her where she got them...she told me Anthropologie.  Well, since I'm in NYC and can't borrow hers, I bought these:

No, I'm not kidding.  And this purchase was made on the heels of having my hair highlighted by Ezzy at Devachan that you know who uses and turned me on to.

Do you think I should move into her house, try to murder her and see if Rob notices?


Sounds like a good plan to me.

Love,
Katie

I'll eat when I'm hungry, thanks.

Eating by the clock happens to be a GIANT pet peeve of mine.  But two weeks of family vacay at the Lake made me eat like a linebacker after a Monday night game.  We woke up to the smell of something frying every single day.  And before the breakfast dishes were done, we would have a lengthy discussion on what we were going to do for lunch.  Seriously?  Did we need lunch?  We had just eaten pancakes, eggs, cheesy potato casserole and bacon... at 10am.  We couldn't possibly have been hungry for lunch.

Again after lunch the favorite topic was what to do for dinner.  Should we try the new restaurant in town?  Or grill by the water?  Because if we didn't eat again by 6pm, we might parish?  (None of us were in danger of withering away by skipping a meal... or 10).  We didn't look at our watches to see when it was time to pee.  Why did we look at them to see when it was time to eat?


Love,
Tiffany