Hi, its me.

Its late. I can't blog late. No one would ever read this blog if I always blogged late. It would be so pathetic and boring. So I'll spare you the run on sentences and attempted (and failed ) humor and write bright and early tomorrow. I am so excited to see you all!!!!

Sincerely,
I did sneak a zucchini today.

PS: Somehow, my number of clothing articles dramatically increased because my bag is stuffed and I have alot more stuff to stuff in. I pride myself on being an expert packer. Apparently, I'm no expert. And apparently, I have too much stuff.

Under for a reason

This might be the only time I highly encourage you not to celebrate in public. This will probably the only time I am discouraging you from celebrating. So Underwear day. Is there any creative way to celebrate this that does not involve doing something incredibly stupid? Is there any way to celebrate without regretting it for the rest of your life? No such kind of a celebration has been brought to my attention. I'd prefer to keep my sanity for as long as possible. If possible.

So basically there is one thing we can do to celebrate without forever embarrassing ourselves. Repeat after me.

I see London, I see France....

you finish. You know it. And that's that.

Sincerely,
I want to see France, I don't want to see your underpants.

Nautical.

So the only thing I know about the Coast Guard is that in a Boxcar Children book they rescued some bizarre scientist from the water (of all things!) and the Alden's saved him. So that's that. In case you were wondering, I do not read the boxcar kids anymore, (I say kids because kids is cooler than children) The boxcar kids were really the greatest and I am now droning on about non Coast Guard topics and using a run on sentence. Oh Joy.
Lets observe this picture:

1. This is not a good angle for my face. We wont go into any details. but its really not the greatest.
2. See the kitty? We've made an earth shattering discovery.
3. Gypsy is a boy.
4. We are both very jazzed about the Coast Guard, even though neither of us know anything about it.

We did pretty good observing didn't we? I'm probably the next Sherlock Holmes. Ok, maybe not.

Good news folks! Tomorrow is the last day of VBS. VBS does not agree with me for whatever reason. I try to like it. I try to have fun. And I fail. Although, when I was in angel I did not mind a bit. Being an angel is pretty sweet. More good news: We leave in 6 days. Be assured I will have several bags of trail mix handy to keep me occupied and happy for 3000 miles.

Sincerely,
I am easily entertained.

The official picnic fruit

This is National Picnic month. I don't know why picnic day did not land in this month, but at least watermelon day is today. Watermelon is so cool. Literally.One for you and one for me, how sweet!So other than the watermelon on the front, you'd have no idea this is watermelon. It tastes like fruit punch. And its only 10% juice. Kids, this is health food.

Sincerely,
Lover of watermelon and all things pink

Deja vu??

So I'm not quite certain, but I do believe that June 2nd was International Dinosaur day and some Ice cream celebration. I love Ice Cream, but there are way too many Ice Cream celebrations. I am fresh out of adjectives to describe my favorite ice cream. So, I had no ice cream. Shed a tear for me please. But PS: I love cookie ice cream sandwiches.

Here is an equation:
Cookie(s) + ice cream = yummy stuff

sums up the celebration.


Lets talk about this months celebrations! Another best friend day. Woot Woot. And cupcake day. And August 31st is going to be the coolest holiday ever celebrated. I'm booking Emily Walker for August 31st. In case you don't know, I adore trail mix.

Sincerely,
Another Equation: fitted top+casual pant+structured jacket = WNTW approved outfit

PS: The August stuff is up, start celebrating people!
PPS: The search this blog gadget does not work. Sorry. If you've been needing to do some searching, you'll need to switch to manual. Again, I say sorry.
PPS: 3rd post with no pictures. Is this a record? You probably should be counting.

I'm a mutt

Its Mutt's day. Generally, I think of Mutts as dogs. But I'm actually a mutt of sorts. I'm talking about my genealogy here people. I am Swedish, Norwegian, Canadian and something else on my dads. On my moms, I'm a Daughter of the American Revolution and Cherokee. I'm so pleased with my blend. It's pretty neat.

Right now I'm watching Huckleberry Hound. He is the coolest. I love old TV shows. They are the coolest. This will be very short for me as generally I show of my wonderful gift of gab. I'm sick today so I don't feel like doing anything.

Sincerely,
Oh my darlin'

Haha

I love laughing. I'll probably live to be 110 because I laugh so much. Or maybe not. I'm the type who thinks little things are hilarious. I love to laugh. Clearly.

I was a little lost at what to do today. Am I supposed to make someone laugh? I was confused. But I went to the Farmers Market and saw the dancers and realized I was doing OK.
These, I'm sure, nice people come the Farmers market every week and dance. I wonder what their inspiration is because they always do the weirdest moves.

Serious Comedy folks.

This is also really hilarious. We each took a few sniffs. After all, they were free!

This is Gypsy! Gypsy because she travels around and does not stay stationary. Troy wanted to name her Connie after a motorcycle. But she doesn't look like a Connie does she? I think not. My grandma said she might keep her after we leave.

Sincerely,

Sniff Sniff