Yes, he has a recliner. And yes, he falls asleep in it. And yes, he snores. So I'm not sure who should be giving who (WHOM?) the stink eye. Because the sound of my laughter is oddly close to the sound of angels singing from the heavens on high, his snoring is...well...not.
Anyway - let's get on with it.
This is amazing. I love it. As many of you know, we're moving (it's almost over, I promise and then no more moving talk) and I swear that realtors wait until I am in the middle of something or the house is a giant mess to call for a showing. I'll rush like a mad woman to get the entire house clean and the other members of the family will go around messing things up --- HELLOOOOOOO, I JUST CLEANED!!!! (sidenote - cleaning when the majority of your belongings are in boxes is a bit of a challenge. It's like cleaning a maze.)
And Jamie's Miss:
"You know, just wearing my pizza shirt. Doesn't it look good??" Ummm.... NO!!! It doesn't look good. It makes you look greasy and like you smell funny. This is the kind of shirt that makes me want to walk FURTHER away from you. It's the kind that says you haven't showered in weeks. What? Too harsh?? That was my tamed down version. This is plain nastiness in clothing people and I even like pizza. This shirt gives pizza a bad name.
And my Hit:
This is a handy little guide for those of us who have relocated South from other places. The first time I said "y'all" after I moved to North Carolina from Vermont was on a message I left on my parent's answering machine. They said they laughed and laughed and saved the message for awhile to mock me in my absence. But as much as I love my home state - I gotta admit, Y'all and All Y'all are much nicer on the ears than YOU GUYS.
And my Miss:
This is another one of those sort of a hit and sort of a miss things. The only reason I'm calling it a Miss is because it's very clearly mislabeled. The description on this pin is nowhere near what the picture is. Which kind of also makes it a Hit. In fact, Jamie's the one who sent this to me via gchat the other night. We were up. Late. And, I may have been so tired I was punch drunk. I laughed so hard I cried. And then I snorted. Which, as you can imagine, also invoked the stink eye from my husband. Which made me laugh even harder. I invited him to come look at what I was laughing at, but he didn't see the point in getting up to see what was so funny. His loss. That said, I'm sure the dress that should have been pinned here was truly beautiful.
What did ALL Y'ALL see this week?
~miranda & jamie