In the bleakness of Janurary, where if I write one more adoption post I might off myself, where the best thing I can think of is to link you to this so you can giggle with me. (Link via The Manolo. Love that guy).
I could tell you about my trip to H&M with Naomi, where she decided that I absolutly must have the most ugly thing in the store. With some pinking shears, a glue gun, and a some magenta fabric paint, Molly Ringwald might have been able to whip this into something funky to wear to the prom. But...Naomi's idea is that I should wear this "in the kitchen. And to the drugstore". But that does not a Friday post make.
Time to start digging around at the bottom of that barrell. This might require your participation.
Since this post (which garnered me so many hits from so many places) where I exposed myself inapropriately, I have planned to do a post celebrating the most unacceptable breastfeeding photos: yes, the toddler/preschooler nursing pics. Pictures from behind the closet door. Especially pictures where absolutely no care is taken to protect sensitive eyes from unduue sexual confusion. Yes, I want to see you feeding your nurslings "old enough to ask for it", or if you prefer- "old enough to chew steak". I confess, it's been so long since I've bothered to nurse discreetly, I don't know if I remember how. I wear shirts that I can access The Girls from the top. I wear underthings that make this easy.
You have all weekend to collect and take your pictures, and I will post them all on Monday, along with any captions you want to include. So, folks, write next week's post for me. I'm depending on you!
In in the highly likely event I have no picutres to post on Monday, I will be forced to blather on about why I don't have a blogroll anymore, and how the only blogs I still read with any regularity are 1. people I know in real life, 2. people who I may or may not have crushes on, and 3. people who are fluffy and diverting, like Go Fug Yourself. Okay, that's an exaggeration, I have 240 bloglines subscriptions and I do occasionally spend a few hours catching up. But still. Not post worthy.
This long weekend I am off to the mountains, where I plan to ski for the first time in 3 years. Alone. Blessedly alone.