if i don't have any plans, i end up at epcot.

it's muffin tin monday. and there was no theme today. so i went to epcot. it just seemed like the obvious thing to do.

i picked up these mickey ice cube trays while i was there. which i plan on using for a future mtm. but when i use them for that future mtm, i'm not going to tell anyone that they're ice cube trays. except i just gave everything away now. man. no wonder my application to the british secret intelligence service keeps getting rejected.

m-i-c - see all the participants of today's mtm on muffin tin mom's site. k-e-y - why? because that's where all the participants are listed. duh.

sunday snippets.

random snippets from the past week. because life happens. i know. i live it.

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hubby: and what part of the body do you use for hearing?
students: ears! ears! ears!
hubby: and does anybody know anything else about the ears?
student "e": oh! my daddy likes to eat candy. that's why he's fat. and he can't run anymore.

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me: *stares at hubby.*
hubby: what? you've never seen anyone draw up condensed milk with a syringe before? we need bigger syringes.

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the end. have a great week!

i'm wearing a leopard kimono. aka. my snuggie is on backwards.

in october, i bought a pink snuggie. yada yada yada. i now have four snuggies. two pinks. one zebra. one leopard.

you can't strip me of pride.

*hugging myself because i'm so cuddly.*

i've got singles in my pocket and i'm not afraid to use them. and that constipated look occurs naturally when i think.

garage sales are my favorite. and recently, i was told that i can be a bit scary when i go garage sale-ing. of course, this may be true, but it pretty much applies to any avid garage sale enthusiast. psh. yes it does.

last weekend, i went to a community garage sale. and at one of those houses, they had a "disney princess enchanted tales deluxe castle". holla! (this thing originally retailed for around $140.) the lady wanted $30. and i looked at her. and smiled. but man. all these numbers and scenarios were running through my head. and then before i could counter offer. she said she'd take $11. fear me and my thinking process! or the eggs i had for breakfast!

so i'm wondering. am i on my way to being "the lady who brings the pain"? um. it's not what it sounds like.

see. there was this lady who walked past me while clutching her heart at the community sale. and if you're wondering whether i stopped to ask her if she was okay. well the answer is - not really.

now don't go thinking i'm cruel. because heart clutching, heavy breathing, bringin' her own pain woman, didn't need my acknowledgment. she had one hand on her heart. the other hand on her bag. and both eyes set on the next participating house back behind me. and i feared her.

the thing is. i don't have twenty-five cent cat figurines running through my veins. but i can't help to think that one day, i just might. but honestly, i won't pay anything over a dime for cat figurines anyway.

maybe i used to be a fan of vera bradley. but now, i'm just happy to get through the day without seeing one. does this melon look ripe to you?

it seems lately that whenever i see someone walk by with a vera bradley on their arm, i have the urge scratch my pits. could be i need to start waxing instead of shaving. but anyway. it's like out of nowhere, vera bradley exploded like a big white chin pimple. and dude. i don't carry stock in clearasil.

now let's clarify something. i don't dislike vera bradley. but i don't feel the same way about the company like i used to some odd thirteen years ago. it's probably because i'm a vera bradley purse snob.

see. i have a collection of close to one hundred purses and about double the amount in accessories. and most of these were acquired back in the day when i had to drive to some remote boutique just to see the latest pattern. that's right folks. i'm an original vb old-schooler.

it's like this. you know how dolly parton got some (ahem) work done? and she was like the chick with the huge bajumbas. and then. slowly. over the years, more and more women were starting to do the same thing? yeah. that's how i feel about vera bradley.

i started it! don't touch! yes, it's washable but i prefer to spot clean mine! (famous last words from me - on the topic of vera bradley. or from dolly - on the topic of well, you know what.) man. when ms. parton sang about workin' "9 to 5", oh boy. she meant it. also. i have no idea what that means. it just sound good and random enough for my post. word.