Nothing says Easter like stuffed artichokes, Dark Side of Oz, and substance abuse.
Excuse me for a moment.
It’s Caturday!
(via eliotglazer.)
A pal and a confidante.
Husband took our middle child (of the feline variety) to the vet yesterday-verdict was a pill for her to take. Pill not administered at vet, but rather sent home for us to give. Fat chance. I think the receptionist at the vet’s office is too young to have understood my “Terms of Endearment” reference when i called this morning to bring her back in.
Red Lipstick Every Day 10-01-12
Not a blog about a dog’s frightening boner. About me finding a way to be fabulous-even just a tiny bit-every day for the next 363 days. On 9-29-13, I will turn 40 at about 12:30pm. I intend to be (including but not limited to): about 30 pounds lighter, with much longer hair, a sweet and funky disposition, and the confidence that I am my very best and most gorgeous me at all times.
Changing eating habits, drinking habits, dressing habits, exercise habits, spending habits, cleaning habits, thinking habits, and doing habits. Habit. Habit. Habit. Word has lost all meaning.
There’s no place like home
Goodbye California, you beautiful thing. I will be back.
Welcome to Hollywood! What’s your dream? Everybody comes here; this is Hollywood, land of dreams. Some dreams come true, some don’t; but keep on dreamin’ - this is Hollywood. Always time to dream, so keep on dreamin’.
