I have a lifelong obsession with t-shirts. Back in my hometown, there used to be a warehouse of a local sporting goods store that sold old/reprinted/damaged t-shirts by their weight. You could get 10 t-shirts for a dollar. Man, I loved that place.
Since I had Lucy, I’m constantly looking for fun, funky t-shirts for her. Too bad buying anything fun for her seems to cost a zillion dollars. Why is it so expensive to be hip? Why can I not just be hip for the very low price of $1.99?
All of the photos from November thru yesterday are uploaded to Flickr.
Finally.
In the upcoming days I plan to write about some of the photos and our whole holiday season (minus Thanksgiving, when I forgot my camera). I’ll also send out one of my mighty email updates. But tonight. I rest.
Click on the Most Recent Photos icons on the left side of this page to view, if you just can’t wait another day.
Remember Mikayla? If not, click here, you won’t be sorry. Although she may be sorry.
Well, Mikayla and her very well-dressed boyfriend Heath got engaged this Christmas after a courtship that rivals Trent and I’s in length (read: really long). Congrats to both of them, and I’d like to add a big HA HA HA to Mikayla who now is officially attached to the business that Trent and Heath started last year. No more of this “I’m just the girlfriend, you’re the wife” shit.
I like to drag people down to my level, have you noticed.
And thank you, Mrs. Future Stover, for the lovely email you shot me at 8 a.m. yesterday:
“I feel like poo. My head is full of snot. Enjoy your breakfast.”
Your charms never cease to amaze. How you weren’t engaged before this is beyond me. When Lucy is old enough to read this, she’ll be so proud of her godmother.
T-Shirt Collector
/2 Comments/in Gimme, Lucy /by MeganI have a lifelong obsession with t-shirts. Back in my hometown, there used to be a warehouse of a local sporting goods store that sold old/reprinted/damaged t-shirts by their weight. You could get 10 t-shirts for a dollar. Man, I loved that place.
Since I had Lucy, I’m constantly looking for fun, funky t-shirts for her. Too bad buying anything fun for her seems to cost a zillion dollars. Why is it so expensive to be hip? Why can I not just be hip for the very low price of $1.99?
Well, if I had more money, I’d be very in to Tiny Revolutionary t-shirts.
Reads “More Milk, Less War”
Reads “I’ll Change the World Someday”
And my personal favorite:
Reads “My Mommy Doesn’t Dig the Gold, She Makes the Gold!”
Photo Upload = Brain Implosion
/0 Comments/in Blond, Photos /by MeganFinally.
I’ve done it.
All of the photos from November thru yesterday are uploaded to Flickr.
Finally.
In the upcoming days I plan to write about some of the photos and our whole holiday season (minus Thanksgiving, when I forgot my camera). I’ll also send out one of my mighty email updates. But tonight. I rest.
Click on the Most Recent Photos icons on the left side of this page to view, if you just can’t wait another day.
Charming
/2 Comments/in Family, Fun, Happiness, Trent /by MeganRemember Mikayla? If not, click here, you won’t be sorry. Although she may be sorry.
Well, Mikayla and her very well-dressed boyfriend Heath got engaged this Christmas after a courtship that rivals Trent and I’s in length (read: really long). Congrats to both of them, and I’d like to add a big HA HA HA to Mikayla who now is officially attached to the business that Trent and Heath started last year. No more of this “I’m just the girlfriend, you’re the wife” shit.
I like to drag people down to my level, have you noticed.
And thank you, Mrs. Future Stover, for the lovely email you shot me at 8 a.m. yesterday:
“I feel like poo. My head is full of snot. Enjoy your breakfast.”
Your charms never cease to amaze. How you weren’t engaged before this is beyond me. When Lucy is old enough to read this, she’ll be so proud of her godmother.