Mr. Lady
[who actually was in the picture with someone else, who made me crop them out.
Ahem. Huckdoll]

3of3 Picks her poison

Isobel knows how to eat a cupcake

Twins!

Me, after packing, cleaning, moving, unpacking, cleaning, prepping and partying

The shirt contest. You had some funny fill-ins for my blank. Some honest ones. Some bold imaginations. And here’s the final points tally:

Sarah - 19
Miss - 16
Mr. Lady - 23
Ashley - 18
Hockeyman - 18
Colleen - 13
A Whole Lot of Nothing - 17
Secret Agent Mama - 17
Red Food Colouring - 15
The Planet of Janet - 22
Vancityrockgirl - 18
Eve Grey - 17
Maria - 19

For those who are not finding the pattern automatically in the numbers - rent Pi; and hold off on your Mensa application (pattern recognition is a sign of high genius, I’m not just being a snarky bitch) - and celebrate Mr. Lady’s triumphant win. Sarah, Janet and Maria, I need your addresses too, for a consolation prize!

Thanks for playing, kids.

Speaking of playing…

A cautionary tale.

Please promise me that you will never see something wrong with your theme or blog platform and go, “Hey, you know what? I’m just going to reinstall Wordpress and then restore my shit and it will all work out wonderfully.”

Because, if you’re me, it won’t and your entire blog will disappear. All 207 posts, five pages, 23 categories, and 2011 comments. And you will stuck in a tiny, over-crowded apartment with a toddler who hasn’t napped and has attempted to live her last 24 hours solely on chocolate, candy and juice. And you might just lose your shit a little.

But then, say you were to ignore my advice, hopefully a knight in shining armour would be online and you could hand him whatever identity he needed, to wherever and BAM! He will have fixed it. Personally, I find that much more romantic than flowers. A man that can fix my blog.

Wait. I take that back. I’m going to declare myself an eFeminist. Ya, that’s it…