Burger King

Okay, I love fast food.  LOVE it.  If that were the only thing that was food, I would be so happy.  However, I get that there is nothing worse and therefore try to limit myself.  Which means I generally only go to McDonalds (unless I am SUPER hungover, in which case only a chicken sandwich with cheese from Burger King will do - and I haven't been super hungover in like a year, so whatever). 

Until today.

I was out at lunch when (got the BEST coat at Anthropologie for $40!  Score!) on the way back, I passed Burger King.  It called to me.  It was intense.  So I went in and got a cheeseburger and small fries, because really, the BK fries are the worst of the bunch.

Or so I thought.

Um, new BK fries are awesome.  I'm not sure if it's because I got a fresh batch and hot fries are always 10905% better than their cold or lukewarm counterpart, but Friday, I'm in love.  Seriously.  I probably won't get them again any time soon, as I am a McDonalds girl at heart, but it heartens me to know that these exist. 

Making Good on Resolutions

Have you?  I totally haven't.  Outside of obsessively looking at real estate, I haven't done much to further the goals I put in place for myself at the beginning of the year.  I know it's only a month or so in, but it's probably time to revisit all of that, right?  I have book ideas, but it's so tough to actually get started, and so much easier to, well, skip it, that I just don't end up doing it.  We should have a Hands-Across-America sort of thing where we help one another out, because I have no motivation.  Like Weight Watchers!  Is that the same sort of thing?  You know what I'm talking about...

What?! I AM so excited, and so... so... scared!

It's like you guys want me to feel better!

Thank you, thank you, you creeps, for today's searches:   crater face saved by the bell 2

cute sloth 2

dawson sad 2

incentive pants 2

john stamos twitter 2

can you gave instagram if you dont have iphone 1

labyrinth david bowie the caterpillar 1

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mysterious babies pivtures 2012 Still sick, but at least I know you're weirder than me.  Oh, wait, I actually wrote about most of those things.  HMPH!

OMG SICK

It is true.  When you have a kid, sickness invades your home and your soul.  Bink was teething, ergo I did not sleep.  Now I have ebola.  Come ON!

Okay, I really have not much else to say.  Time to go vomit up my hopes and dreams...

Superbowl

Yes, I am a New England fan because I like New England - I once tried to learn about football, but now I forget most of it, but obviously I love Superbowl Sunday because you get free reign to eat and drink anything you want.  I am going to a party before the game and then taking Bink home to have REAL fun (read: watch more Happy Endings), well, after Kelly Clarkson sings the anthem (the only songs I know that she sings are "Since You've Been Gone" and "A Moment Like This" but I can still love her, right?!  And I TOTALLY saw From Justin to Kelly - not really on purpose, but it was on, and I didn't shut it off, so I can't say that I haven't seen it.  It sucks, obviously).  So what are we making for the game?  I'm trying to think of amazing appetizer ideas that require little assembly on-site, to make it easier on my host/fantasy husband.  Whatever, I think he is Husband's Fantasy Husband, too, so who cares?

Okay, thoughts?  Maybe I'll just ask my Twitter Buddy John Stamos.  Yeah, we're best friends.  Just kidding, we're NOT.  I think he only Twitters famous people, but the joke's on him, because I have ten (10) followers on my blog.  Sucka.

Search Term Thursday!

We're really making moves here, kids...

are you sad? 2

dj tanner photos 2

cause all right 1

cute sloth 1

d.j. tanner 1

just a worm in labyrinth 1

what were the call letters and frequency of the radio station at bayside high? 1

Twitter and John Stamos

I have a story for you.  I want TB to tell it first, so she can fill your head with lies about how what we did was not a big deal, but it totally WAS!  When she posts, then I will post.

Note: Twitter is hilarious.  Everyone do it and we can talk about dumb stuff ALL day.

Okay, so TB posted about how to be cool on Twitter, and here is how to NOT be cool on Twitter.  I am totally that aunt of yours who makes inappropriate comments to your drunk Facebook pictures like "You're so pretty!" or "You look tired!" and nobody else comments because they feel uncomfortable.  That is how not to be cool on Twitter.

Also, for some reason I feel like people can see me when I am doing this (like that email episode of Sex and the City where Carrie wants Aidan back and emails him), which is obviously not true.  Example, TB Twittered something about John Stamos.  As an Uncle Jesse Enthusiast (it's my part-time job), I had much to say, of course, regarding my boardgame, t-shirt and the like.  TB hilariously included John Stamos in her response posts, and I was immediately terrified that John Stamos could see me and was going to yell at me.  Does this make sense?  No.  That is how to not be cool on Twitter.

And finally, I call it Twittering.  Because a bird CAN twitter as well as tweet.  That is also how not to be cool on Twitter.

That said, even virtual proximity to Uncle Jesse, Zack Morris, and Jerry Thornton is pretty awesome.