Broken Ox

Whitney and my’s. I know grammar has gone to hell, but this is just nails on a chalkboard to me.

Well they fail on that front, too.

My mom used to do week long bike tours. After one she was telling me, "One of the guys on our tour plays in some band. Something like Rush, maybe?" Turns out that was Neil.

I'm guessing she keeps ripping out the bows, so to ensure everyone knows she's a girl they're putting what little bit they can into that spike on top of her head. It is not a good look.

"Finally snapped a few pics..." Weren't we subjected to this last week?

Ditto me last Christmas Eve. If only my mom had been there with her camera... Anyone willing to take the hit and listen to the Christmas traditions podcast?

That's pretty much the equivalent of me showing up on tacky Christmas dress day wearing my own sash that said, "Winner".

I thought it was the other way -- she said noodles but is making dumplings. Granted she's cutting them like pasta, whereas I would plop the mix in the pot, but the recipe is dumplings. Last night I had a very long and involved dream that I was at Jill and Derrick's house (not sure why -- I was visiting with others, but I didn't know them personally). I was taking lots of pictures and trying to remember everything so I could come back and describe it all to y'all on here.

My problem is that if you have a larger band size, then the cup size is also larger. Sorry -- I'm wide across the back and flat in the front. SO difficult to find bras.

Oh look. She has the same feet as Jill.

The website Kiss This Guy is devoted to misheard lyrics. I cruise through when I need a good laugh.

Why are the Scrabble tiles numbered 1-18?

To me, those are all the arguments for why you should NOT be speeding.

Gratitude is all well and good, but Jesus, y'all.

Number 8 looks like an actual set. Which is basically what their house is. I would love a Truman Show style program to see what really goes on around there all day.

It doesn't have a bunch off mayo and/or "cream of" in it in addition to the cheese, so I give it a pass. I'm going to pretend someone brought her the casserole after the baby was born and that she doesn't regularly cook in disposable pans. (It's Thanksgiving. Let me be generous.) I even like the Instagram post if I stop before the hashtags. Which sums up how I feel about 99 and 44/100% of hashtags.

And yet she is by far the more appropriately dressed of the two.

I've got Carhartt in the pool.

I'm guessing a late entrant into the Varsity Blues scandal.

God help me, indeed.

I thought that photo was cute, too. The second was iffy. Then I got the third.

Probably as something else, as well.

Well, the wording in her post suggests she'll be posting this one drink for the next seven days, so...

Maybe he'll write a poem to be recited at the wedding