A note to all owners of yellow Hummers world-wide (and this is by no means based upon personal observation from this afternoon):
Painting an enormous Tweety Bird on the side of your Hummer kind of cancels out the supposed "cool factor" of this, your testosterone-choked car of choice. Just FYI.
For the Love of Neil Diamond, BUY THIS BOOK. I'm in it, I promise.
Quotes That Amuse Me:
"I'm a well-wisher, in that I don't wish you any specific harm." --Moe Szyslak
Welcome, Stalkers and Thrill-seekers!
I get that you stalk my blog. I'm cool with that. In fact, I love it. If you would like to continue to stalk me, by all means make it easier on yourself by adding me to Google Reader. Feel free to comment on any post, regardless of how old it is. And if you're feeling particularly extroverted you can now email me at abbysdelusionsofgrandeur *at* gmail *dot* com.
I'm Abby, wife to The Husband and mother to our daughter Peawhistle (aged 11; aka She Who Is Hormonal and Surly), son Peanut (aged 8; aka He Who Is Allergic to Life Itself), and daughter SweetPea (aged 6; aka The Horrible One Who's Too Cute to Sell).
I have several friends. None of them blog about me enough. Fortunately, I blog enough about myself to make up for their inadequacies in this department and as friends in general.
3 comments:
Oh. My.
oh. my. indeed.
i don't even have a response to that. what CAN you say after declaring something like that?
oh. my.
Okay, I'm ready for a new post.
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