Kirby and I were closing the store the other night when she sarcastically said, "Someday you'll kiss every freckle." I go, "WHAT DID YOU SAY? What is that from?" She showed me the mug and I flipped out. A little boy painted it for his grandmother. That's Kirby in the background.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
It is fact
Yes, the doberman story is true. And, yes, the kittens are helicoptered in from Rwanda.
YOUR PHOTOS ARE SO DREAM COME TRUE.
YOUR PHOTOS ARE SO DREAM COME TRUE.
Acadia, Maine
omg
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Date Nite
I actually had someone ask me if I was Scandinavian yesterday.
HAHAHA NOOOOOOO I DESCEND FROM EAST TEXAS.
In other news, today is the day I audition for the Houston Symphony Chorus. Until then, I study the endocrine system all day. I can't stop saying pituitary.
Doberman Crashes Dinner Party
I was on the phone with Jennifer the other night when she shared this story. There are 3 things that are important in this story. Jennifer's mom had recently taken in kitten refugees and she was preparing to host one of her first dinner parties at the house in a long while. On the night of the party one of the guests brought his Doberman. Yeah, 'cause that's normal. I'm pretty sure it's never proper etiquette to bring a pet to a dinner party much less A FUCKING DOBERMAN. Well, um, the Doberman ate one of the kittens in the middle of the dinner party. In front of everyone. So, they all had to put down their spaghetti and bury the kitten. Uh oh.
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