Remember how this one used to look like Benjamin Button? I think she's filled out quite nicely.












Remember how this one used to look like Benjamin Button? I think she's filled out quite nicely.
Until last night, I could only crochet things that were in a square shape, or a variation of a square. Ok pretty much I could only do blankets and scarves. Lots and lots of scarves. Until last night.
"SASHIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I WENT POOPY!!!"
Those were the words screamed at me by an excited Li'l Mil last week after he'd sucessfully pooed in the potty. After being bribed with a new Lightning McQueen by Bone Senior, and after the promise of a new Sally car hand delivered by Aunt Sashie if he'd go poop in the potty.
Bone Junior: You DID!!!!! Did you go in the potty?
Li'l Mil: YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!! (pause) You bring me Sally now, right??
I wish I got that excited every time I pooed in the potty. Then again, I probably WOULD get that excited if Bone Senior bribed ME with new Lightning McQueen too...
And just to erase the mental image of me pooing in the potty, please to enjoy my annual self-centered Christmas card: O Come Let Us Adore Me!
Just when I thought my day couldn't get any better, the UPS man arrived and announced, "I have Tastykakes for you!"
Blink. Blink. Whhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Tastykakes? In UTAH?? No way.
"Shut. Up. ARE THOSE FOR ME! ARE THOSE TASTYKAKES FOR ME! SHUT UP! SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!"
Not only were those Tastykakes for me, but they were even better than I expected because they were packaged in this:Seriously! Do my friends know me or what. Thank you thank you thank you Lady for the wonderful Christmas present!!
Brought to you courtesy of one of my new favorite co-workers, Gina. This recipe came about as a result of our mid-morning-munchies. And yes, I can attest to its deliciousness.
French Onion Casserole
Preheat oven to 350.
Ingredients:
Lay’s Potato Chips from the end of the bag
1 scoop of French Onion Dip with MSG
Mix chip crumbs and dip together in a cup, turn off the oven and scoot up to it, crack the door and warm your hands while eating this delicious delicacy with a spoon, straight out of the cup.