Showing posts with label farting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farting. Show all posts

Monday, March 30, 2009

Too wiped to post...

...but had to share these with you.

Last week was BH's 40th b-day. (He share's a b-day with the lovely Ms. Lindsay Franklin, btw.) Anyhoo, his boys came to stay with us this weekend, and they brought gifts. AWESOME gifts. Behold:

A box of gnovelty gnoses.
And, as if the gnoses didn't bring enough joy into our home, this magnet:
These wonderful gifts made me love these two little dudes a wee bit more than I already did.

Tomorrow? Lunchtime blogging!! Stay tuned!!

Friday, April 04, 2008

In which another one of my million dollar ideas goes up in smoke because someone has already thought of it.

I'm sorry, Jaye. But it appears our idea is already in production. And I'll be damned if they don't even have a white paper about their product. The paper's title? "Know the Enemy Within." However, this version of our idea doesn't have as catchy of a name as "TootMaster 3000". But still...

Bastards.
On a much happier note, would you PLEASE check out Cashew and Libby? If only more of the world could be like this...