Egg-cellent.... not really.

Haven’t really done much today, since my lymph nodes are hard boiled eggs. Meaning their large. Very large. And make my throat hurt. No, I don’t think I’m made of food, and I don’t have a subconscious desire for everyone to be a cannibal. That’s gross. I’m a vegetarian, so why would you even think that? Oh, you weren’t thinking that? You say I’M crazy, cause I’m the one thinking like that?? Well… phwa.
Smoke that in your pipe…and then smoke it again.

Speaking of eggs, today i….

1. Watched cloudy with a chance of meatballs. Quite possibly my favorite movie ever. My favorite moment is when Sam goes, “Alright, lets do this moosh-boosh”, and some random guy in the audience goes, “What’s a moosh-boosh?” hahahahhahaaaa cracks me up. < another egg reference!!!

2. Make a cake! Well, more like 2 giant brownies which were supposed to be cake, but because I apparently “don’t know how to do the toothpick test”, I took the cakes out of the oven too soon. Blame it on the weather and the toothpicks, which I’m sure are in cahoots to overthrow humanity. And the eggs are in with it. Knew it…

Anyway, the cake ended up crumbing and creating a grand cavern on one side, and a canal leading to it on the side. To make up for the abundance of geography on the cake, I put the Steelers logo on top with yellow icing (to the best of my abilities, which, might I add, are nonexistent).


Not having to do with eggs, at all:

1. Watched about 7 episodes of the office (season 4, one of my favorites), while re-making cards. Aniene found these ugly cards a few years back, and gave them to me so that we could get them out of the toy store cause they certainly weren’t welcome there. Anyway, I fixed them up, so now, instead of having babies on them, they have Beatrix Potter characters. MUCH better.

A nineteen year old, college student should not love Beatrix Potter as much as I do. I can’t help it. I love the pictures, I love the stories, and I even named my deceased bunny Cottontail. Which wasn’t original, but I was a bit sick of the
original names we gave to our pets, like Faucet or Dr. Pepper.


2. I insulated a bag I got for free at Free People. Seems a bit redundant, doesn’t it? Got the bag for FREE at FREE people. However, I feel like my dress purchase went to paying for the bag in addition to paying for them to re-wallpaper their store every 3 months when the “indie fashion” scheme “gets too mainstream”. No one article of clothing should cost over $50.oo in my opinion. Which is why I mostly shop at thrift stores and look like a granny all the time. BTDubs, the dress cost way more than $50.oo. But I just had to allow myself to be sucked into the belief that buying that one dress would make me feel infinity more proud of my wardrobe. And it does.

Pretty much it. Excited to have the family, well, Mom’s ½ of it, down for the Superbowl. I love it when family comes to visit, its’ like having fresh baked bread.

That’s… not supposed to be a synonym. I just… like both freshly baked bread and family.

This post has been disastrous, So I'm just going to end it now before it gets much worse.

*an edit: Cottontail was the name of the rabbit before she died. Don't go thinking that I don't name my pets until after they die. No. I don't do that, yeah? And Cottontail, for those who care, lived to be a grand five years old. She was born on Easter. And, I suppose, She will have her own post soon. So, to quote the Lion King (another great movie), Be Prepared!