Tuesday, December 30, 2008

For those of us... I mean you...

I mean, I'm not saying that I'm BAD at parallel parking in parTICular. I'm just saying that this might be somewhat helpful and relieve a tad bit of stress. Not that I stress over parking or NEED any help, that is. I'm just saying... you know... I mean, not even for me... for other people... who may sweat a little at the prospect of parking... it might help them.
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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas Eve Conversations

Taylor: "Two hours and nineteen minutes...

two hours and eighteen minutes...

two hours and seventeen minutes..."

Nate: "Until your 2000 birthday spankings."

Taylor: "What?"

Nate: "Jesus died for you. Don't you think you could at least take his birthday spankings for Him?"

Taylor: "Uhhh..."

Merry Christmas! =^)
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Merry Christmas Challenge

I wanted to write this post a few weeks ago, but just kept forgetting. So, under the guise of "better late than never," I'm doing it now. Between this moment and the stroke of midnight that rings in December 26th, say "Merry Christmas" to everyone you come across. Add it after a "thank you." Say it as you pass a stranger. Answer the phone with it. To the checker at the store. The clerk at the gas station. Your grumpy neighbor.

We are celebrating Christmas. Christ's birth. The entrance of salvation into our world. Remind people of that.

With a smile on your face.

As often as you can.

At every opportunity.

Merry Christmas.
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Friday, December 19, 2008

Fashion Tip Friday: Christmas Cheer

"The best way to spread Christmas cheer is by singing loud for all to hear..."

and also by donning festive clothing and accessories! I know Christmas is nearly upon us, but I wanted to share some holiday dressing tips. (Really, these can work for ANY holiday, not just Jesus' birthday.) As I've said in previous posts, Santa hats are not merely decorations, they're accessories! It's a shame if they're not used to their full potential. Cheesy sweaters can be worn. Get out those jingle bell earrings!

However, Christmas clothing can go greatly awry if you don't follow some simple guidelines. You can be cheerful AND chic at the same time.

*Only wear one large cheesy item of clothing at a time. For example, wear the sweater, NOT the sweater and the red pants with the candy canes. Wear the skirt with the garland around the bottom, but NOT with the red and white striped tights. Make sense? Pair that one large cheesy item with something stylish and the whole thing will work brilliantly.

*An up-to-date hairstyle is mandatory. If you're going to break out any apparel that includes the words "crotched" or "poinsettia" in the description, you MUST have a stylish hairdo. If your bangs are feathered or you still curl them under with a small barrel curling iron very carefully in a row across your forehead, you cannot wear seasonal articles of clothing. (Except that you probably wear them anyway, in which case, please email me for a one-on-one consultation.)

*You must actually do your hair and makeup. If you're going to wear something cheesy, you've got to look cute doing it. But don't go over the top with your makeup or the whole thing will come across garish and absurd. (Remember, extravagant eyes with an underdone lip, or bright lips with subtle eye makeup. Save the bold eye/bold lip combo for a cocktail party with dim lighting or a stage.)

*Christmas-y socks are fine, but your pants need to be the right length. No, it's not okay to "show them off" by wearing pants that are a bit too short. (Especially with mules.) And YOU KNOW that's not okay, too!!! I love fun socks just as much as everyone. But they're not a "see all the time" kind of thing, they're a "catch a glimpse every so often" kind of thing. You just try and get away with it because it's Christmas. Like when you wear cute shoes... they're not an excuse to wear the pants that shrunk up in length too much so "everyone can see your cute footwear." There's not EVER a good excuse for those pants! Stop trying to rationalize their length and give them to the thrift store now. NOW! Seriously. Get up from your computer, go to your closet, put them in a bag, and go set that bag on the hood of your car to take to the thrift store. You know the ones I'm talking about. Go.

I'll wait.

*Red and green and red and green and red and green!!! It's the one time of year you can wear these two colors together unabashedly. Go for it! Layer them into an outfit. Invest in at least one bright scarf. (If you've noticed, I wear my red one EVERYwhere this time of year. Except yesterday. Yesterday I wore my green one.)

*Santa hats are to be worn! To the grocery store, the sports practice, the post office. Wear them! If you have long hair, let it flow. Some of you with short hair have commented that you feel a bit insecure. If that's the case, wear some chunky earrings. But look at the photo of Amber at the bottom of this post. She totally rocks it!

*Smile!!! If you are going to wear festive holiday clothing, you must do so with a light heart and joyful spirit. There's nothing worse than someone in a bright Christmas-y outfit scowling and trudging around. Especially if they have feathered bangs, and are wearing candy cane pants.

I'm sure there are some things I forgot. I just wanted to throw this post together last minute. It was necessary. What other tips for holiday dressing do YOU have? Leave me a comment and let me know!

I'll close with some photo examples... because pictures make a blog more fun:

Jingle Bell earrings. Yay!

Red and green and red and green! And a Christmas light necklace. Can you see the necklace? (Click on the photo to make it larger!) Thanks to Jordan's awesome teacher for this adorable accessory. Also, note that while I'm wearing holiday themed attire, I'm paring it with skinny jeans to maintain an updated look. (I realize not everyone can/wants to wear skinny jeans. It's the IDEA behind wearing them with festive apparel that I'm trying to communicate.)

(Yes! Amber and I played our guitars, sang, and rang that Salvation Army bell today outside of Albertson's! She's incredibly awesome. We had a BLAST! And you are SO sad you missed out.)
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Thursday, December 18, 2008

Sassy Shoe Thursday: U-G-L-Y

Remember our boot discussion? I gave you some extra tips, including, "Don't be afraid to get something with a little embellishment or funk. They'll spice up your wardrobe and be a lot more versatile than you think. Anyone can be safe with their shoes! Let's live a little on the edge and spice things up a bit!"

Just to be clear, this is NOT what I was talking about.

If you're Mariah Carey, you may try. But you shouldn't. (Actually, if you're Mariah Carey, you're trying a lot of fashion things you shouldn't. Email me. We'll chat.)

Are we clear? We're clear. Good.

(Thanks to the adorable five year old who made this photo shoot possible.)
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The Joys of 'Tween Boys

Preface: I've been sick. I got a nasty little voice stealing cold, under which I could still function, but had no voice, which totally wore me out due to the singing-on-Sunday-and-I-can't-stop-talking combo. It also, obviously, further instilled my need to write run-on sentences. Then I got a stomach bug on top of it. Lots of cramping and pain. Yes. Fun. All when Nate's out of town. Good times, I tell ya.

Tuesday night I stopped by a friend's house to pick up my oldest. They've been baking cookies for the youth group Christmas party. Lots of 'tween boys.

I walk in the door.

One boy in particular looks at me, at which point his face goes blank. "What happened?" He says with great concern.

"Huh?" I didn't know something had happened.

"What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" Long pause. His face is still blank. The thought occurs to me that, although I did my best with a big black sweater and hat pulled low, I might not look very pulled together. I had even put on earrings. Hoop earrings help anything.

"You're not wearing any make-up!"

"Yes. I'm sick."

"Yeah. You're not wearing any make-up."

"Well, I'm wearing MINIMAL make-up." I had to correct that one, because the large zit on my chin wasn't showing quite as badly as it could have been. "I didn't feel like taking the time or energy to put on make-up today. So, you're right."

"Wow. I've never seen you without it before."

I'm glad to know 'tween boys will inform you of what the world really looks like.
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Monday, December 15, 2008

"Come on, ring those bells..."

We had the wonderful opportunity to ring the Salvation Army bell again outside Albertson's this season. Actually, the kids rang the bell... I played the guitar. It's just such fun! So many people light up when they hear Christmas songs being sung and see a smile on someone's face. (Nate mysteriously disappeared, but Santa stood in for him.)

You know, it's truly amazing how a cheerful voice and a "Merry Christmas" can put a smile on someone's face. We don't do this enough. We stay busy. We look at the ground. We pass others quickly. I want my kids to know the value of a warm smile, I want them to see how reaching out to others doesn't necessarily involve money. We can embrace them with our words. I want them to know that giving of ourselves is the greatest gift we can possibly give. And that, just as many passing put change in the bucket, we are bringing change to their hearts.

This year:



(Interesting how I'm wearing the same scarf in all three photos and my hair has grown steadily darker. I'm choosing to ignore how much the kids have grown.)
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Sunday, December 14, 2008

Christmas Tour of Homes

Welcome! I'm so glad you could drop by my home. With so many bloggy-land parties being thrown, I'm just all in a tizzy. The button above will take you to BooMama, but I'm also enjoying the fun at Hooked on Houses and the Thrifty Decor Chick. I am SUCH the social butterfly, as you full well know.

I'm feeling quite a bit more laid back about the whole Christmas season this year. So, things may not be perfect... but this is real Christmas for real people right here. I may have shoved a few things out of the way for the camera, but that doesn't mean the mess is gone. It's just hidden for a few glorious minutes. But let's set the record straight, here. I am not, in any way, shape, or fashion a good photographer. I'm not even a decent one. I'm really not a photographer. I'm just a girl with a camera in her hand, which does not in any capacity make me a photographer. At all. At. All. Some of these bloggy homes you're going to visit are all fancy-schmancy with their slightly-blurred beautiful ornament close-ups that bring us all to tears with nostalgia. This is not one of those blogs.

Nate says I'm trying to make our entryway look like a shire. (I have more trees that aren't in the photo.) Please, come in. Watch out for the mistletoe. The kids cut it down while we spent Thanksgiving at a friend's house.

Santa hats are an accessory, not a decoration. They're kept by the door for a quick dose of Christmas cheer, which you can read more about on my last Works For Me Wednesday post. (Yes, it's a recycled photo. Deal with it.)
Nate's late Grandmother made the jeweled Christmas tree, and that was her snowblobe, too. For some reason I like to collect neat looking star Christmas tree toppers, but not put them on my tree. They're just fun. I also like old books. I put them under lamps to make the lamps look taller. Tricky girl, I am, I am.

In college Nate and I were young, married, penniless and expecting our first baby. A dear friend, Amber, made us our first Christmas stockings as a family. "Mom," "Dad," and "Taylor." It meant so much to me that she took the time to do that, just for us. I still put them up every year.
My little snowman collection is down there on the hearth, along with photo Christmas cards from years past. It's always fun to flip through and remember dear friends.

Growing up, my mom always decorated the top of our piano. A couple of angels brought us one last Christmas, so this is my first official Christmas with a piano to decorate!

What's a piano with out Christmas songs? Mom had these, too. I guess you could say I'm a little nostalgic.

Everyone needs a Christmas village. When you were little, didn't you look at the little houses and imagine someone actually lived in them? I do have snow, but it's the prickly fiberglass kind that gets stuck in your skin. I got sick of feeling like I had needles poked in my fingers every time I arranged it, so I didn't put it out this year. (By the way, my village was 1/2 off at The Dollar Tree a few years ago, post-Christmas. Fifty cents a house, baby! Maybe I should look there for some non-prickly "snow.")

We have a double sided fireplace, (hmm... there are stars on both sides... I must love stars), so our stockings go on the other side. (Oh, Lord-y, how I want a mantel. A nice, big mantel. One that I can hang a garland on and that will hold my stocking holders. I don't have a mantel.) Nate's stocking is his actual one that his mom made when he was little. The rest have been added through the years as our family has grown, some made by her and some by me. Actually, most by her and a couple by me. Okay I only made one... and a half. Come on, people. So I'm not a seamstress. Sheesh.
So, do we keep Santa and snowmen on one side of the fireplace and baby Jesus on the other? Because that's what it looks like.

Let's get a closer look at those lovely, handcrafted stockings. Hey, what's that up there on the armoire?

Abe is in a festive mood this time of year, too. (He also has bunny ears for Easter. He's just a fun guy like that.)

Gee, I have enough tree toppers... why aren't any of them actually on the tree?

The fancy tree close-up. I spy with my little eye a hand print reindeer, two angels that fly. A s'more, a candy cane, "I love God," the girl taking this picture, who's rhyming is odd.

And, if you send us a Christmas card it will get put up on the wall surrounding the advent calendar. (Also made by my mom-in-law.) I love me some Christmas cards! Send them! Send them! Bonus points if it's a photo card. But I'll subtract a couple points if the picture is only of your kids or dogs. You need to be in it, too. (Does anyone tally these blog points? I should start a website or something.)

Our centerpiece this year came about quite by accident. I bought the kids those "grow your own tree" things from the dollar spot at Target. They were SO excited about them. Well, they need plenty of light, and the only place in the house they can really get it is on the dining room table. So, there they sit. They're actually quite cute, and I SWEAR I can see them growing. Seriously. It's kind of freaky, they grow so fast. And in twenty years, the kids will each have their own tree. Ha, ha. Ha. ha. uh...

I think there was something said about providing refreshments on this home tour, and then providing the recipe. Well, I'm all about keeping things simple. Especially this year. I haven't felt the rush of years past, and am truly relishing the joy of Christmas this season. So, stop on by. I'll even share my Mother's Cookies with you, now that I'll still be able to buy more. And if the brownies come out of my oven, they are homemade... whether Pillsbury counts it that way or not. (You can contact them for the recipe.) We'll look at some decorating books and chat about whatever comes to mind. I'll even make you some of my super yummy coffee. (Yes, the mug in the photo is empty. Give me a break. It's the IDEA behind the photo, not the substantive evidence in the photo itself.)

As I mentioned, I've been trying to keep things a little simpler this year... here is why. The treats may not be made from scratch, there may be a little dust in the corners, everything might not be put away all spic and span, but my kiddos have smiles on their faces. I'm trying to carol a little more and worry a little less. Tonight I watched the Nutcracker with all four of them on the couch. We had popcorn, apple slices with peanut butter, and apple cider/hot cocoa for dinner. Yes, for dinner. And as I was snapping photos for this post, they tackled me and tickled my feet... from which they only turned at the prospect of me taking this photo. So, here is why:

Merry Christmas. May your heart be light. Jesus came and gave Himself that we might have freedom, not fear... joy, not worry. Slow down and really show those you love that you love them by giving yourself this Christmas.

And stop by ANYtime for some box-mix brownies.
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Hilarious. (True?)

(Found this while clearing out my inbox. It's true! It IS!!!)

In the post-feminist modern world, one single rule applies to the men:
Make the Woman happy.

Do something she likes, and you get points. Do something she dislikes and points are subtracted.

You don't get any points for doing something she expects. Sorry, that's the way the game is played.

Here is a guide to the point system:

-- You make the bed (+1)
-- You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow (0)
-- You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets (-1)
-- You go out to buy her what she wants (+5)
-- In the rain (+8)
-- But return with Beer (-5)
-- You check out a suspicious noise at night (0)
-- You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing (still 0)
-- You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)
-- You pummel it with fireplace poker (+10)
-- It's her pet (-10)

-- You stay by her side the entire party (0)
-- You stay by her side for a while, then go chat with a friend (-2)
-- Named Tina (-4)
-- Tina is a dancer (-10)

-- You take her out to dinner (0)
-- You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)
-- Okay, it's a sports bar (-2)
-- And it's all-you-can-eat night (-3)
-- It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the colors of your favorite team (-10)

-- You take her to a movie (+2)
-- You take her to a movie she likes (+4)
-- You take her to a movie you hate (+6)
-- You take her to a movie you like (-2)
-- It's called 'DeathCop' (-3)
-- You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)

-- You develop a noticeable potbelly (-15)
-- You develop a potbelly and exercise to get rid of it (+10)
-- You develop a potbelly and resort to baggy jeans and Hawaiian shirts (-30)
-- You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too." (-8000)

-- She asks, "Do I look fat?" (-5) [That's right, you lose points no matter how you answer]
-- You hesitate in responding (-10)
-- You reply, "Where?" (-35)
-- Any other response (-20)

-- When she wants to talk, you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned expression (0)
-- You listen for over 30 minutes (+50)
-- You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV (+500)
-- She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep (-10000)
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Thursday, December 11, 2008

Christmas Sweaters Have Magical Powers

Manly men. Festive attire. Manly men in festive attire (l-r): Nate, Dan, Jake, Chris, and Scott.

Evidently, bad Christmas sweaters equal more fun, as proven by their appearance on Nate's flight at the squadron Christmas party. Our group won the most awesome door prizes, (as you can tell by the fancy Napa hat and lighter), won the "tree" decorating contest and escaped with all the gold fish from the centerpieces. (Gold fish are dirty, by the way. Actually, they're feeder fish, which I'm told are not quite gold fish. But they're gold. And they're fish. The bowl is nasty. They poop a LOT. A watery grave may come soon.) Nate and I also walked away with the biggest prize of the evening: an overnight stay in Buellton. Woo-hoo!

What is a woman to do when surrounded by such manly men in such festive attire? It is a very magical experience.

I think we look pretty darn cute, if I do say so myself. (It MUST be the sweater. Magical.)

Magical is kind of a funny sounding word. Say it over a few times. Magical. Magical. Magical.

It's funny.

But so are the sweaters.

(I'm so glad I have a fun husband! Love you, Honey. You make everything more... more... magical.)
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008


This one may top the last one. I mean, seriously. Seriously? Was there an original that they needed to make a sequel to? Is there honestly a movie director getting paid for this stuff? At least it's on in the middle of the night... except that doesn't make it excusable. Part of me is laughing wildly at people's stupidity and part of me is groaning at the depravity of our social state. Ugh.

Then again, I'm the one posting the photo on my blog.

Are you laughing or gagging? (And, dear goodness, if you have this oft horrific channel, please child-lock it!)
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Friday, December 5, 2008

Beloved Animal Cookies Saved!!!

Hallelujah!!! Glory be. The American Institution known as Mother's Circus Animal Cookies has been saved! (I know there are other kinds, but let's face it, these ARE the most important ones.) Kellogg, we cannot thank you enough.

I now feel free to eat without restraint the bags I've been hoarding in my pantry.

And, thanks to all those on facebook who joined the group I started: Save Mother's Cookies. Our voices were heard! Okay, so probably no one official ever found the group, much less checked it out. But I'm going to hold to the belief that we made an impact. 286 members and growing... that cannot be ignored. (Well, it SHOULDN'T be ignored.) Way to go! Also, kudos to the Chief Mourner and the Assistant to the Chief Mourner. Our tears were not in vain.
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Wednesday, December 3, 2008


I just want to point out, in case anyone missed or overlooked it, that...

I TOTALLY ROCKED NaBloPoMo!!! Every. Single. Day. In. November. Even while gone for Brit's gymnastics meet. Even while up in the Bay Area for Thanksgiving.

Totally rocked it.

Yes, ma'am.

And isn't it nice that I'm so humble? (Bethany thinks so, too.)

(Since no one had yet commented on my great gift of posting genius and amazing blogging achievement, I just thought I'd point it out. Being so humble, and all.)
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Works For Me Wednesday: Quick Family Christmas Cheer

Does anyone else have goofy kids? I have goofy kids. This could not possibly come from their mother, since she's such a quiet and unassuming lady. I therefore hold that it comes from their father. (Right?)

In our house, a fun way to spread a quick bit of Christmas cheer is to keep a stash of Santa hats by the front door. Everyone loves to wear them, and you never know when grabbing the mail or answering the front door just might call for such an item. They're right there in plain sight, reminding us to have fun and be a bit silly. (Something no one remembers to be quite often enough anymore in this all-too-serious world of ours.)

I keep them in the Santa snacks bucket I got on after Christmas clearance about seven years ago:

Proof of Christmas cheer: (Or maybe it's gangsta cheer. Can I say "gangsta?" Is that allowed on a "mom" blog?)

And since you're all thinking, "Her house looks so nice and clean and tidy, which I can tell by the snapshot she took of this very small space," (because that's what I think when I look at the perfect pictures on other people's blogs), I want you to know I'm real:

And just to make sure we're clear on the, "I really don't have it all together, I just try to make it look like I do in photos" thing, my Christmas stuff isn't all the way up yet, and my boxes aren't back out in the garage yet:

And there's how you get a Quick bit of family Christmas cheer! It's what works for me. If you'd like to check out more great Works For Me Wednesday tips (even though I'm technically posting this Tuesday night so I can be all look-I'm-one-of-the-first-ones-ish) check out Shannon's blog at Rocks In My Dryer. (Does anyone else notice how I begin way too many sentences with the word "and." My Writing & Lit profs would have my head! But it IS my blog.)
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Death of the DVR, the sequel

Our new DVR came a week or so ago. Relief at the sight of the box, hesitation and concern at the sight of it being the same model of DVR as the other one.

Set up programming. Reset season passes. Everything seems fine. Yay.

Gone for Thanksgiving. Come back Saturday night to...

a dead DVR.

Now, it's not all dead, mind you. It's only mostly dead. See, there's a big difference between mostly dead, and all dead. Now, mostly dead: it's slightly alive. All dead: well...

Nate went through the steps to resurrect the device without losing our beloved saved shows, a few of which came from the consolation gift DirecTV calls Showtime and we call Soft Porn. Nothing happened. Upon the realization we would have to again attempt to reformat the device, thus losing any programs previously recorded, I knew I would have to make another call back to the mothership. (It's a darn good thing our Thursday night lineup was all reruns for Thanksgiving. Darn good thing.)

This time things went a little smoother:

(conversation already in progress)

Me: "... now the new one died, wouldn't re-start to save our programming, so my husband had to reformat it and we lost all of our shows. Again."

DirecTV Girl: "I'm so sorry, ma'am."

Me: "Including the Showtime movies we had recording for us while we were out of town over Thanksgiving."

DirecTV Girl: "I'm so sorry you've had this trouble."

Me: "Is this going to keep happening? Is this receiver going to keep shutting down and us keep losing our recorded shows?"

DirecTV Girl: "Well, I sure hope not. We can do our best to help you today. I'm looking at your account right now and I've already fixed it so you'll have ten dollars a month deducted from your bill for the next six months."

Me: "Oh, thank you! That is very nice. Thank you."

DirecTV Girl: "You're welcome, ma'am. I'm just so sorry you..."

Me: "The man who I spoke with before compensated us with three months of free Showtime. Is there any way we could switch that to HBO? Showtime has a few movies that are alright, but otherwise it's pretty bad. I'm just thankful the kids are locked out of most of it. It's like soft porn! We went to watch something last night and were appalled at what came up. We didn't dare click in to view anything!"

DirecTV Girl: "Well, we are only authorized to give customers Showtime to compensate for trouble they may be experiencing."

Me: "Yes, that's what the man I spoke to before said. I just didn't realize how bad some of that programming is."

DirecTV Girl: "Yeah, let me just tell you... don't ever get Cinemax. It's even worse."

Me: "Oh, ick. I'll remember that. Since you work there, you probably know all the ins and outs of this stuff. We just want to record some good movies. We save them and watch them when we can... which is why I had asked for HBO when I called last time, but the guy said he couldn't do that."

DirecTV Girl: "Yes, Showtime is all we're authorized to give out. But if it's movies you want, then you should go with Starz. They have the most new movies coming out the most frequently. And they have a lot of family friendly programming, with more channels to choose from."

Me: "Really? Oh, it DOES sound like we would enjoy that." (I'm not playing along at this point at ALL.)

DirecTV Girl: "Yeah, you would probably enjoy that much better than HBO. I can only authorize Showtime, but let me pass a note to my manager right now. HBO and Starz are located in your 500 channels. You check that in about ten minutes. If you get them, then she could do it. If not, well, you'll just have Showtime."

Me: "Oh, my goodness! Thank you so much. That would just be wonderful."

DirecTV Girl: "I'm going to transfer you to technical support now..."

From that point a conversation ensued that was much akin to the previous one I had with tech support. It included many phrases like, "Yes, we already tried that." And, "We did the same things you told us to last time, and they still didn't work." And, "There was no other option but to reformat, which is what you told us last time." And, "Is this going to keep happening and us having to keep calling in and you guys keep telling us the same thing and us having to pay shipping for yet another receiver?"

I don't think he liked me very much.

BUT, I checked the 500 channels a few minutes later, and we now have Starz, HBO, and Showtime free for the next three months... in addition to $60.00 over the next six months coming off our bill. Oh, yes. Now let's just hope our DVR doesn't die again (either mostly dead or all dead) so we lose all the fun movies we're going to save up.

Now, to leave you with an example of the fine, fine programming that was on the other night. Given, it was 9:27pm. But, still... it was ONLY 9:27PM!!!

Nate said it must be soft porn for aliens. (And, NO, Jeremy, we didn't click into it.)

(Bonus points for whomever can guess what the quote is in the post and where it came from!)
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Monday, December 1, 2008