Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Now I know what you're going to say, these pictures are probably Photoshopped, these gals don't really look this bad.
By the same token, do you tell yourself that the 21 year old babe with the muscular six pack on the cover of Women's Fitness has probably been Photoshopped? Maybe. But does that make you feel any less fat as you're pushing your cart full of beer and potato chips past that breast augmented chickie staring back at you?
So I did it! Shame on me for buying that tabloid! Then I brought it home and opened it and, by golly, I am going bathing suit shopping today. I feel great!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
My daughter, however, loves toe socks and when a sock is called for, she prefers her toes individually wrapped. This would normally be a non-issue, if not for the fact that I occasionally like to help her out with her laundry. If she has a lot of homework, or is working at the pizza place, I'll pitch in a help a girl out.
I don't know about all your daughters out there, but my daughter's feet smell like she has been walking across dead bodies. When a 17 year old comes in from the gym and peels off her socks to take a shower, do you think she bothers to unwad them and turn them right-side-out before she tosses them into her hamper? Never. So these puppies have been rode hard and put away wet.
By the time I get to them, they have dried into a crusty little ball. In case you hadn't figured it out yet, there is a chemical in dried up kid sweat that causes it to become hard, yet friable, upon touching. Sort of like asbestos. Not only do I have to turn this toxic tuft right-side-out, but I have to stick my finger in each and every slot. That's 10 crusty crevices per pair. Yummy!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
(Visit www.winsweetstuff.com for the sweet reference.)
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
The root systems from the waterlilies had tangled themselves together and taken over the entire pond.
This required the use of a machete. Umm..a machete-wielding man.
It didn't get any better when we got to this end.
Cash wants to know, "Who called the plumber?" (Props to Emily for that joke).
This mess of rotten roots and bottom-sludge had a special stench created by years of decay and fish droppings.
As a reward for all of Big John's hard work, I offered to pull my top down and take him for a ride.
I was going to make a joke here about grabbing his stick, but I thought that would be too juvenile.