Friday, June 8, 2012

Really? Like, For Real? I'm sorry. My Week.

Today's victory?

I've found this to be largely true:

Seriously, though Kate can read my mind...

Tatus, I'm sorry. I forgot. Trying to juggle yours, mine and the Best Male Friend's schedules got me all fucked up.  We both sent you another someecard to apologize, which you'll probably read in 2 weeks.

What the the Best Male Friend thinks:

About that CD:

It was one of those weeks:

I'm a walking contradiction:

John and Yoko met over this simple word:

It'd been a busy week:

Hey, cut me some slack: I was manic for days!

I mean, really...this was this week's biggest challenge!

Handling both of you guys isn't easy. 

Totally. You all have one pesky trait in common:

Not physically, anyway:

I've spent a considerable amount of time in the sun as of late, and I'm starting to look like the Leather Lady:

A vast amount of meme-worthy Jesus pictures made it around this week, which all scare me:

Learned a bit about color theory:

I should really contemplate exercise:


Another vast truism:

Bob Welch. Why? 
Suicide is so unnecessary! We'll always have "Sentimental Lady" and "Ebony Eyes," and his catalog of work with Fleetwood Mac: 


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