Because I have yet to say anything about Tiger...

Merry Christmas!

Ugliest Mom on the Planet.

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The Tights Are Not Pants Manifesto

Century-Old Butter Found in Antarctica

Yummmmmmm! Who wants toast?? 
http://news.discovery.com/history/century-old-butter-found-antarctica.html

Always Wear Protective Clothing!

Condom Fashion Show.

Only in China. I love it.

It's hard to dislike cute little girls.

But if anything could do it, it's this.

Why do teenaged boys get to dress normally...

While teenaged girls have options like this?

I took this photo in a suburban mall.

Be careful with the Velveeta!

I have a freelance gig that allows me to learn FUN FACTS about the human body.

What I learned yesterday is that Cheese Washer's Lung is an actual malady (as are Cat Scratch Fever, Bird Fancier's Lung, Farmer's Lung, Malt Worker's Lung, Mushroom Worker's Lung [AKA Dung Lung], and Hot Tub Lung!).

I love to pass on fabulous information like this. 

Another thing, after all I've read so far, I'd advise staying the hell away from hot tubs.

But you do what you have to.

Weird Dreams.

Last night, I dreamt that a bunch of folks were together at a party my beau's best friend (since birth) was throwing. It was in New Orleans. And I had one of my cats with me. Suddenly, he got everybody's attention and announced that, rather than a party, we were there for some sort of biker initiation. Then he announced that myself and the first boy I ever kissed (yuck, by the way) were going to duel. To the death. With handguns.

I didn't want to be a part of it, so I ran, cat in hand, through the streets of NOLA, trying to hide. Everybody in the party was after me because there was a price on my head. No matter where I went, it wasn't good enough. The Beau found me a couple of times, and though he didn't hurt me, he wouldn't help me. I wanted to get a hotel room so I could hide out, but all of the hotels had glass fronts and I'd be caught and killed while I was registering. And the cat, (understandably) upset and tired of being carried around, was constantly trying to escape.

It was exhausting. I hate waking up more tired than when I went to bed.

So cute it almost hurts to watch.

Boozecats.com

Ever wondered what candid drinking photos would look like if folks were holding cats instead of bottles?

Me either.

But apparently, a lot of folks do. 

HO HO HO HACK COUGH AHEM MU HU AH HA HA!

SketchySantas.com 

Enjoy the creepy goodness of the season!

 

Commas are important.

Helen Hunt, what happened to you??