I spent all this morning at the container store buying stuff to organize the house with but now I’m too exhausted to actually organize and all the boxes of organizational shit are sitting by my Christmas tree taunting me. Also, yes, I still have my Christmas tree up, because if I take it down before April the Christmas tree wins. Also, I’ve been using it to throw clothes on when they come out of the dryer because that way you get less wrinkles on them. It’s like using hangers, but easier and more festive. Stop judging me.
Let’s begin the weekly wrap-up, shall we?:
What you missed on Ill-Advised:
What you missed on Good Mom/Bad Mom on the Houston Chronicle:
- Let’s Panic about babies.
- The post where I finally breakdown and join in the angsty internet drama of Friday afternoon.
What you missed on my sex column (which is satirical and vaguely safe for work if your boss isn’t a complete douche-canoe):
What you missed in my shop (tentatively named “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
What you missed on the internets:
- Grew a mustache.
- Totally won all of the Bloggie awards I was nominated for and even some I wasn’t nominated for. I felt really bad for sweeping the awards though so I paid a hacker to go in and change the bloggies website to show that I didn’t win anything. I’m like some kinda goddam saint.
- Noticed on Buzzfeed that the outrage about Corey Haim not being on the Oscar memorial reel was surging in popularity and I was all “Hell, yes. So it’s not just me who thought that was a big bunch of bullshit” and then I clicked on it and realized the story was about how me and four other people were pissed off. True story.
This week on Shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
This week’s wrap-up sponsored by the always-awesome Gaggle of Chicks, who you’ve heard of before because I talk about them all the time. I blame the OCD. And the fact that they have super cheap deals on shit I can buy without leaving the house. It’s nice to find a business that unintentionally supports my personal brand of mental illness.