Can anyone find a picture of Jillian Michaels when she was chubby? Because I can't.
Oops, I lied.
Okay, who's becoming a little too obsessed with Jillian Michaels?
I sat down (on the toilet, if you were wondering) and figured out how to get that fifth petal on those flower fridgies. I think they go perfectly with our Pac Man and starfish and Marvel superhero magnets. Which, if it weren't for Jesse, I wouldn't know the difference between Marvel and DC. Fyi? There's a big difference.
Anyway. I can add "crochet" to my crafting resume. Which I will have my mom type up for me promptly, after I apologize to her for writing on my blog about crocheting on the toilet.
In all fairness, I knit on the toilet too. But not if there's some fancy pattern. A washcloth, maybe, but not a glove.
Mom? Is that resume done?
This is a picture of Cinnamon on SUSAN's porch. I've also seen Suki lounging there as well, but she has the wherewithal to flee the scene before photographic evidence can be made.
Well, this was nice and all but I have some Crash Bandicoot to play.