Kid couture = WTF times The number of dollars spent on that outfit and then multiplied by The number of months they’ll actually fit those clothes. Divided by a giant slap to whoever buys these.
Dear Future Child, I will be dressing you in Target & Baby Gap.
July 6, 2009 · Leave a Comment
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homemade black bean burgers
July 3, 2009 · Leave a Comment
I’m trying to get more into cooking and baking at home – and get to a point where it’s no longer an inconvenience. I think I’ll have to actually commit to keeping a relatively stocked fridge / cupboard, i.e. not letting it get down to a 1/2 bag of coconut, a bell pepper and old cream cheese frosting.
Thanks to a recipe found on JenLovesKev, I made an AMAZING dinner last night. And it was relatively simple. Also? Chili powder on corn is Delicious.
For the recipe, go here.
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best. text. ever.
July 2, 2009 · Leave a Comment
“Pool got closed early. Somebody pooped!” – Mike
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fcuk
July 1, 2009 · Leave a Comment
THIS.
(Geez. I totally forgot about French Connection. Remember when everyone started sporting those FCUK me tee shirts? Well that lasted for a while, and then thankfully everyone knocked it off. And then French Connection quietly went back to its corner.)
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i take issue with qt
June 29, 2009 · Leave a Comment
1) When you’re being rung up, and there’s someone practically piggybacking you they’re standing so close. GET OFF. STAND BACK. Your life is not so important you need to squeeze in next to me, lay all your shit out, and stare me down while I punch in my PIN and finish my biz.
2) The way the cashier feels the need to act like a short order cook. There must be an extended part of their training or an incentive for them to get people in and out as FAST AS HUMANELY POSSIBLE. It feels like there’s a bomb ticking when you step up to the counter. Which leads me to..
3) When you’ve paid cash for something, and they hand you back your change on top of the cash. Like burrowed with your receipt in this nest of money, that you have MAYBE THREE SECONDS to get put away before said next-person in line barrels down on the counter and you’re shooed away.
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