Uncougar

My Dearest Cazzie,

It has been eons since I have seen you. I think of you often.

I came across this today and it reminds me of you.

I think you need a Silver Fox clutch.

Perhaps you can put these Salt and Pepper shakers in it too. You love the Salt and Pepper (although I think the one on the left is up to something kinky, you can definitely tell the one on the right is wishing he was situated a little further away...).

Miss you

Love Pip

Crepe Day

Today is a need to laugh day.

Today needs the bunny with a pancake on its head.

Because

It is a bunny.

With a PANCAKE.

On its head.

ON ITS HEAD.

And its a pancake.

A pancake!

Possibly a pikelet.

On a bunny.

Dear Oolong (as that is apparently your name),

I found this print that explains how I feel about you.

That is all
Love
Pip

Stick Figuring it Out

I think addiction may be too strong a word, yet I am not sure how else to describe the attachment I feel to the new Cyanide and Happiness app on my phone. It is my reward at work when I finish a task. It takes all my self control to stifle the guffaws at my desk.

I am getting a touch concerned though.
Something about these little strips is ringing a bell...

Starting with the aforementioned phone love...

Moving on to the fact that I have a bit of a potty mouth and tend to always say the wrong thing...

and I constantly feel like I am messing up at work...

culminating in the way I overcome that feeling...

Ding Dong.

The New Fluffy Duck

So....
When I first saw this I thought it was a picture of a duck farting.

Apparently it is a peacock.

I have, in my time, seen a duck fart turn into a peacock.

Here is how the transformation began.

Drinker sat at a bar with a shot glass layered with Kahlua, then Baileys, then Canadian Club. This was quickly consumed then followed by several more, then several more. At this point, said drinker not only felt better looking, but assumed everyone round them was much prettier too.

Where once sat ducks, now sat Peacocks.

One can only assume that there would have been quite a few duck farts consumed before the marriage of Jordan and Peter Andre and also when deciding this outfit was the way to go.

Peacockalicious

Happy Campers

I've just moved and am in the process of procuring a new bed.

In the meantime, a la student days, I have a mattress on the floor.

I like to think I'm eschewing the western way and taking on the Eastern aesthetic in my sleeping choice, but calling it my futon always brings to mind the bed/couch owned at one stage by the lovely KB; the "futon to root on", as coined by her delightful flatmate, so I am happy calling it my mattress.

The room itself seems confused by the inclusion of the mattress alone and, with its high, shuttered window, is lending itself to comparisons with a detention centre. As my new place of rest, I think it deserves a more charming association.


Soooo, in the meantime, I am toying with the idea of a tent.

I was thinking along the lines of the one in "The Holiday" (as above). Without all the dolls of course. That would just be creepy. I kinda like the idea of it closing you off to the world when you sleep.

But, the truth is, I don't camp in whatever form, unless its 3am at the Mars Bar dancing to Kylie, so the floor mattress is about as close to roughing it as I go.

I will instead bow to the wisdom that is apartment therapy and just try to work it as is, like below, clean and uncluttered, with big pillows and good bedding (I have an awesome new quilt so that should help).

PS. If, because of Saturday afternoon drinks, the tent does go ahead, I will make sure I am always packing scroggin.

Hee hee. Scroggin.

I NEED to do some washing

I was getting ready for work the other day and, due to some clothing issues I have been having lately, realised I didn’t have a single skirt or clean pair of trousers to wear. So, I headed to the only shop I knew that would be open at 8am and still give me enough time to not be late for work. Safe in the knowledge that the store would be relatively unoccupied, I proceeded to enter said store to nab me a pencil skirt, feeling quite a bit risqué in my shirt, stockings and a pair of boots.

All I can say is I am soooooo embarassed.

Not because I was half naked in a public place, because honestly, who hasn't been there, but because I was totally being a copy cat dirty rat.

That very night I went to see the new Sex and the City Movie and who should be looking down at me (in every way) from the silver screen, but the fabulous Liza Minelli herself and her two mini me back up dancers in my “pray that no-one sees me outfit”.

Fashion lessons from gay icons. Methinks my life is only going to be fabulousness from now on.

High Phone

My friends and I often preface hypotheticals with "What's the etiquette...", the positive response being "high" and a negative reply being "low", so I would like to pose the question today;
What's the etiquette in purchasing a cover for an iphone I do not yet own?

$20 from CbSew

I think you know the answer

pic from here

I am a Superhero

You know that an ad is pretty special when you shush everyone each time it comes on.

I know that this is an ad for a feminine hygiene product, so it should be an icky subject, but honestly, I have never seen anything so funny.



PS. Is it wrong that I have actually done this myself before....