get glittered newt

dear newt,

please do not come to the newly elected "gayest/hippest" city in the nation and expect to preach your mess of ignorance without feeling the wrath.  the wrath of the glitter bomb! 

sincerely yours,

normal people

i think that little do-dad above the a in skarsgard stands for "hottest piece of man candy ever."

oh jebus. and my hubby thinks i have some strange habits.

my new favorite thing in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD is the show "mob wives" on vh1.  it is just another one of those shows where stupid women spend stupid cash on stupid things and get in stupid fights...but o mah gawd it is amazing!!!  it's like the real housewives meets the sopranos and i am in lurve.

this is renee. she is my favorite thing ev-a!  seriously watch yesterday's episode where bitch gets her face laser peeled. seriously.  i think i was switched at birth.  meet my mom.

happy birthday to my boyfriend. i will give you your present later. you probably don't have to wear your pants. thanks.

um yeah...i think i need "corrective jaw surgery" too!

i'm pretty sure if this is to correct some horribly restricting medical condition then i guess when i get all the fats sucked outta my upper arms then i can just refer to it as "corrective chicken wing removal."

So tomorrow will be Bunny's birthday. Her 9th birthday. I am having a hard time with this one. Let's do the math. She is 9 and it totally just seems like yesterday (heavy on the cheese) that they pulled her red-headed little (and yes I mean little-she tipped the scales at a whopping 5 pounds!) jaundiced pre-mature body outta you know where. That's nine years. Gone. Now there are only nine years left. Only nine years of childhood. Only nine years to be able to teach her everything she needs to know. Only nine years for her to save up a security deposit and first months rent.