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wolfpangsMy week in pictures.
My grandmother loves 7-Up poundcakes. I was rooting around at the grocery store, trying to decide if I wanted to buy a pie or something when I saw 7-Up poundcakes. Then I saw that they had Orange Crush as well. I wondered what else they had and...behold!
The other night, I was mopping at work because...I enjoy mopping. I'm like an artist with a mop. I'm amazing! Even so, I was kind of surprised to turn around and find that I had an audience.
(I know that's hard to see--all I had was my phone and I didn't want to scare them off by getting too close. But that's three cats.)
I figured out a way to do what I want, educationwise and I wouldn't even have to leave my ball if I didn't want to. (Yes, I am sitting on a ball.) I don't really have a picture for this so here's a picture I stuck in my photobucket and must have meant to post a while back. It's from the 1967 bust of the Grateful Dead's house at 710 Ashbury and that pretty girl in the front right is the Chief.
I've lost 30 lbs. Uh, not just this week. (This picture was actually taken in early April but it's the most recent I have at the moment.)
I was nostalgic about my favorite childhood vacation destination, now lost forever.
I've been enjoying Bayeux tapestry macros.
I wrote about the Gossip Girl season finale at ye olde Boob Tube.
People come to us there by way of some interesting search terms.
And through it all, I thought too much and felt too much and everything too much about a man-related situation. Then I had an epiphany.
Or if you prefer:
My grandmother loves 7-Up poundcakes. I was rooting around at the grocery store, trying to decide if I wanted to buy a pie or something when I saw 7-Up poundcakes. Then I saw that they had Orange Crush as well. I wondered what else they had and...behold!
The other night, I was mopping at work because...I enjoy mopping. I'm like an artist with a mop. I'm amazing! Even so, I was kind of surprised to turn around and find that I had an audience.
(I know that's hard to see--all I had was my phone and I didn't want to scare them off by getting too close. But that's three cats.)
I figured out a way to do what I want, educationwise and I wouldn't even have to leave my ball if I didn't want to. (Yes, I am sitting on a ball.) I don't really have a picture for this so here's a picture I stuck in my photobucket and must have meant to post a while back. It's from the 1967 bust of the Grateful Dead's house at 710 Ashbury and that pretty girl in the front right is the Chief.
I've lost 30 lbs. Uh, not just this week. (This picture was actually taken in early April but it's the most recent I have at the moment.)
I was nostalgic about my favorite childhood vacation destination, now lost forever.
I've been enjoying Bayeux tapestry macros.
I wrote about the Gossip Girl season finale at ye olde Boob Tube.
People come to us there by way of some interesting search terms.
And through it all, I thought too much and felt too much and everything too much about a man-related situation. Then I had an epiphany.
Or if you prefer:
