I wish it was Christmas today.
I have a general belief that when people lose weight, they get less funny.
I have a general belief that when people lose weight, they get less funny.
Mom: Seriously, who raised you?
Ok, either Andy has forgotten it's our seventh wedding anniversary...or I'm in an episode of According to Jim.
But Brittany, HOW DO YOU PARENT CHILDREN IF YOU ARE BENT OVER A TOILET PUKING YOUR FACE OFF?
I guess I'll stay in bed reading this here book. Apparently there are no vampires in it?
Now I know why hobos drink to keep warm. It totally helps.
Sigh, rubber sheets and ginger ale it is.
The tiny Clark Griswold on my shoulder high fived my neck and came in his pants.
It's hilarious. I adore her. I might even flash her my Hermione.
(For the record, I could totally do this. Only I would do Air Supply songs. Duh.)