Family on Thursday Means:

 

Becca eats rabbit food until then.

 

I love my salad.

I love my salad.

I LOVE MY DAMN SALAD.

 

"HA. HA. JUST STAB ME NOW."

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Thinking:

 

There is no polite way to eat a banana.

Not Something Beautiful:

 

But kinda FAHBULOUS anyhow.

This all came about when I was looking at the talented
Heather España McGeehon’s website,
saw a pretty little wreath that she made for Valentine’s Day,
but since I am half-magpie, and unable to resist the shiny,
I suggested buying a bunch of Valentine’s Day crap
and gluing it all over a wreath to LauraJane.

I love a friend who will hot-glue glitterfluffyfeathery things with me.

 

And?

I totally managed to have a sense of proportion.

 

No!
Really!

Look at how small the wreath is!

Things I’m Kinda Okay With:

American breakfast foods.

Argue all you want about how much “healthier”
it is to eat rice and fish for breakfast,
like they do in Japan,
or couscous,
a la Israel–
I want my damned pancakes and cold cereal!

Because, really?

Pancakes are dessert.
Covered in syrup.

But okay to eat at ungodly hours of the morning because they are a member of the sanctified breakfast trifecta.

(or quadfecta, depending on your feelings towards Belgian waffles with whipped cream)

How could you go wrong?

i may have licked my monitor when i saw these

(photo from: http://gimmesomeoven.com/cinnamon-bun-pie-pockets)

Oh, Sugar!

You are delicious in your deliciousness and so much deliciousity,
but our clandestine affair must no longer continue.
Oh, you were lovely in our midnight and late afternoon meetings;
I shall miss your gummi-beared-sour-patched-kid ways.

I’m turning over a new leaf–
Lettuce may not have your charms,
but I can take him out in public.

Farewell!

look. a salad. how effing exciting.