The Renaissance Woman

The Pinterest version of “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.”

Yeah, no shit the bastard is up to something! Sneaky sonofabitch.

Case #1: You make Boo sad.

Case #2: Go go go, Move move move, Description description description!

If you’re constantly telling people you are in a long distance relationship with someone from the future, how to you ever get to the status of actually dating said future boyfriend? This question is posed from both a logical standpoint and a who-the-hell-would-date-someone-who-says-this standpoint.

…but that’s a picture of a fetus, which is also a former embryo, but I assume if you’re wearing this button you are proclaiming that you are the former embryo.

Um…

(My first name is already added to my dictionaries, but my middle name works. And yes, that is how you spell it – from Lord of the Rings)

I did not edit this photo – it is really that stretched. Disturbs the hell out of me every time I look at it.

Sunday night is when I usually schedule my posts, and I spent it watching the Oscars and cuddling with my husband. Posting will resume Tuesday morning.

Who gets nostalgic about junk food packaging?

“Why are you making English cry?!?”