and he gleefully told me (on friday when we were baking) that we should bake more together. and i was like "um ok?"
and then he was like "we should always bring these to things. like this is what we should be known for." and i was like "we should we known for bringing tie-dye cakes that took us like five hours to make?" and he was like "ya." and i was all "fine. i'll be the manager and i'll just oversee your labor." and then we argued for twenty minutes about the profit margin and how we should split our business and nothing got solved because he refused to accept a 90/10 profit split (obviously me taking 90) and now we're fighting. not really. but i'll probably bring it up again at some point just to fight for fighting's sake because duh.
also. i failed to take a picture of the inside of the cake because i fell asleep.
more fiber than usual. so naturally i've been pooping more lately.
OMG this stupid, stupid (not really) series about this group that basically saves the world and also their smutty times and i've spent a third of my xmas gift card to amazon on it and i've literally read the whole series in like a week.
because i'm weak. and a sucker.
my favorite one was "savage secrets" so naturally i made the picture of that one the biggest.
cristin harber is the author and you can check her out on amazon here.
the order goes as follows (in case you'd like to indulge):
winters heat, garrison's creed, westin's chase, savage secrets, and hart attack.
this man's level of hairiness. he's been wearing a lot of headbands lately. which kills me.
so if you'd like to send him some to review i will gladly make him do so.
any and all things seattle. OBVIOUSLY.
the packers play the cheathawks on sunday and i'm so nervous i could die.
this picture i took from xmas eve. the kid. the fake mustache. it kills me dead.
so ya. that's it.
absolutely not. like not at all. my life is boring.
i know that describing the current temperature as "negative bajillion" isn't the technical term but it's what it feels like outside. and if "negative bajillion" isn't descriptive enough for you here's another way to contemplate the cold. it's apparently too cold for mac to take the time to shit outside so naturally he just shits on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night. in his defense - i wouldn't shit outside when it's "negative bajillion" either.
but that's neither here nor there.
it's been cold as balls here in wisconsin.
so cold that shitler ice fished from the house on sunday because it was frigid.
i know this because he and his boyfriends came clambering in and it interrupted the peace and quiet that was me watching season four of game thrones cocooned in my bed.
i managed to take three pictures that day.
they all crack me up.
one where shitler thinks he's a model.
the other where mac begs shitler to "never let go."