Etsy Envy.

This chick has got some amazing skillz.

I wish I could either a) crochet like her or b) have a ton of money and buy up all her creations.  Too freakin' cute!Check out her sold gallery on flickr.

Soopah doopah!

Like, totally grody.

Mkay.  I have to share how gross my husband is.  I mean, like, really for real gross.

His favorite coffee drink of choice is a venti iced breve latte.  Do you know what breve means?  No?  REALLY?  Well, let me enlighten you.  Instead of putting milk in it, breve means "load me up with a big fat heart attack and put nasty freakin' half and half in my drink instead, because I'm sooper nasty".  THAT'S what that means.

*shudder*

The mister is one of those consumers who will buy something because it's name-brand, and pronounce it better.  Well, I'm one of those consumers who will buy the bare minimum of crap I have to buy, and you bettah believe that NONE of it is name brand crap, unless the name brand crap is on sale for cheaper than the generic crap.

So, half and half being as expensive as a WHOLE GALLON of milk, I usually don't give a rat's heiney what kind I come home with.  Plus, I don't really drink it, so what the hell do I care, anyway, right? 

Well, mister label-whore heart-attack-in-a-cup-thankyouverymuch informed me this evening that.......... *GASP*............ he actually likes the generic half and half better than Knudsen's half and half.  Okay, first of all, the generic crap is $1.77 for a quart, and the Knudsen's is $2.17 for a quart (yes, I'm sick and I know this off the top of my head, now hush).  I calmly told hubby, "Well, that's neat, because you're gonna get whatever I buy you, and I'm gonna buy you the cheaper stuff."

Then I started thinking.

"Hey, honey, how can you even tell the difference between them?"  Bad, bad question.  The answer, of course, is because he tastes the half and half BEFORE he puts coffee in his cup.  (*gag*)

I had no idea that he was a connoisseur of nastiness.  I mean, that's like, disgusting times 50.  Eeew.  Gross.  ICK!  Yechhh!  Blech!  (insert crazy pregnant woman doing the freaked-out chicken dance of disgust.... HERE.)

Punk Rawk. Yeah Huh!

Late nap + bag of nail polish + teeny paintbrushes =

Reverse french manicure that looks better from far away.  If you get too close you'd be CONVINCED that I let an 87 year old man with two fingers do my nails.

Hint:  results might be better if one fully awakens from said late nap before one attempts such a feat of manicurism.