"Where the whooey are my hair bands?"

 

"What the?  Why are these...murmur murmur...
stuck around the...murmur murmur..."

"Wha huh?...."

Apparently there's a secret Barbie Underground.

just what I would expect to find in my flowers...

...Barbie. Tied up to the stake.

After standard interrogations

we learn she's in isolation, awaiting trial.

yup.

I dunno.

It's best not to ask questions.

jill's. she's having a baby.

These changing pads are easy guys. Just make a tiny quilt {one layer of batting between two pieces of fabric cut big enough for their little heads and bottoms to fit} then fold it up. I fold it in half 3 times. Then use your iron and press down your creases where you've folded it. You can {but don't have to} sew a line down those creases to make it more obvious.

Then wrap your diaper strap around the folded up changing pad and pin it down on the back. Open up the changing pad and sew your strap down {a little bit}. If you make your strap big enough you can tuck your diapers and wipes in here too.

Lovely.

Let me know if you have questions. I didn't make this a full tutorial, sorry, but brief explanations of fortuitous crafting will sometimes suffice. I made a diaper strap to put in Jill's bag, and then made a changing pad that I was going to add just a little velcro closure to but I ran out of velcro. So I wrapped it in the diaper strap and I love it even more. See? fortuitous. Happens all the time.

did you know that mac's have a little dictionary application at the bottom of my screen I can just click on and have instant definitions? like fortuitous. all my dreams have come true.

I'm going to invent a cliche application...but someone else will have to write it, because my six to one half dozen of the copper kettles under the haystacks in the horses mouths don't always make it out of my face appropriately. Hence, the need for the cool application I'm going to request. Then all my dreams will come true for real.

I'm easily pleased.

see ya later, crocodile.

just kidding. I meant mater.

I know that one.

just kidding, that's not a cliche, it's just a rhyme.

so don't put it in the application you're writing.

apples and oranges.

huh?

i'm sick and need some therapy, and typing is soothing. the click of the keys, the speed. I feel powerful. I've always been a really fast typer; i finished my highschool keyboarding class in two weeks because my teacher noticed i was a fast typer and so she gave me a packet of tests and i finished them, so she gave me a new packet of advanced keyboarding tests, and I finished it. So she let me eat snacks in the back of the room and type whatever i wanted for the rest of the semester. So i love to type. fast. my mom used to pay me to type out her papers for her classes. my mom is really smart.

so i'm typing fast about not much because i like it. I've been thinking about Winnie Draper lately. YOu know, Winnie. Fred Savages girlfriend in the show I watched all the time and can't remember the name of even though it's painfully obvious, because i can't remember ANYTHING anymore. {I totally used my pinky on the shift key the whole time I typed ANYTHING. There. I did it again}. I don't remember simple embarrassing things, like my age. I think I'm 32 but I'd have to do the math. I was thinking that I really think {what's his name} was unfair to Becky. The blonde girl he "dated" for a while. Poor Becky. Winnie was over-rated I think. No time for links if you're lost. I'm typing fast.

I haven't seen Twilight yet. does that make me a poor representative of the mom bloggers?

I'm sick today. YOu've got to make a decision when you get sick. {I mean real sick, not just sick and tired. There's a difference} Do you put on makeup and hope it makes the guck go away because you're pretending to ignore it...or do you give in, take the drugs, put on the zit cream and watch design shows all day.

I have no recomendations. I've got a big zit on my chin and therefore needed covergirl so as to not cry over adult acne every time i passed a mirror. And I watched two episodes of Dear Genevivie {no time to fix typos. fast}. make up and HGTV, and I still feel sick.

I like to type in the dark. I feel like a hacker.

I think I need to do this again and time myself. Bummer. Is there a WPM tester out there? Oooh, I love that. I"m googling.

Wonder YEar.S

huh?

There's someone out there who could make this cool.

It's not me.

People would whisper. Or look at my neck and say, "Uh...why do you have a purple hotdog on your neck?" And I'd say, "Because I'm cool. And cool people can wear hotdogs on their neck." And they'd say, "That's creepy weird." And then I'd know I wasn't really cool, and my mom lied to me. Because if I was real live cool for real they'd say, "I love your purple hotdog. You are so cool." And I'd laugh because real live cool people don't even know they're super cool; they just wear purple processed animal guts with ketchup to be funny. But it's cool.

The irony.

Dani just saw the hot dog and said, "That's awesome."
She is so cool.