My Orega-do
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
I don’t know why I held off getting an Instax for so long. Probably because Urban Outfitters sold them. But, I use Fuji film for my Polaroid 210 and love…
It’s nice to see that we’re all enjoying bath time in there. (day 29) (my Flickr) The remodel is almost over. I just had to take a picture of this…
She was meant to be a lean huntress in the wild. But, in this neighborhood you just can’t have an inside/ outside cat, if you want it to live. …
Guys, this may seem like a thrown together post, but I just wanted to get something up after a week of silence. The silence was due to weird pulled muscles…
I’m more than halfway through the body of my Reindeer, which I’m knitting with the Summer Sweater KAL group. I love this cable pattern. It’s all organic and kidney shaped….
(Old Friends, 365 Day 135 Photo) Here’s some old friends. They’re the kind of friends you know well and can stare you down and hold you accountable. I keep saying…
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Must be something in the air. I'm uber grouchy lately too. I really do think I'm just ready for summer. Down to with getting off to school(s)…up with lazy mornings before heading to the pool!!
Is it wrong that I laughed at your list of annoyances? Not at you, the humor, girl! You are a funny lady.
What is it with the neighbor kids screaming outside my window and playing shootout in my driveway? They have their own driveway! Chased them off just last night. Again. Must be universal.
Don't even get me started on FB. Grrrr…always the same handful of people posting the same boring minutiae. There's the chronic complainer, the one who "Checks in" every hour, the bragger, the farmers, etc. Much prefer Twitter. Concise and to the point.
Clever and cute photos. Love your orega-fro. That made me smile. Hope your Friday and weekend is enjoyable.
Okay! So, it's not just me. You know, I think I was worse as a kid. I was like a crotchety old grandma stalking down the halls of my highschool. Guess it's just a phase- reaction to a too busy week.