These come all the way from South Africa! From blogger buddy Sid over at Verbal Diorrhea
I don't know Sid, I think the baby babboon is kinda cute. Maybe I wouldn't mind so much if one of them threw rocks at me when I'm walking around. Or maybe, Ill freak out, scream, and tell everyone "see? this is why I don't go hiking in the woods!!!".
Yeah, it will probably be that last one.
Last but not least, Gwen over at Everything I Like Causes Cancer is celebrating her 600th post! She was one of my very first readers and I've read her blog almost as long as I've had my own. She asked us to post a picture of an article of clothing we can't live without and then to tell the story behind it. Here is mine:
This was a "wife beater" that I got from one of my ex's. Actually, when I say I got it from him, what I really mean is I stole it from right under his nose. I'm not exactly sure why I've kept it aside from the fact that I love sleeping in this shirt. It wasn't new when I took it, so it's always had that soft, been washed a million times feeling. Before, since we didn't get to see each other all the time, I would wear it to feel closer to him. But now I just wear it because its comfortable. I've bought others like it since then (same brand same size and everything), but I always keep defaulting to this one. I even marked it with a laundry pen just so I know which one is which. Maybe in another hundred washings, the others will be as cuddly as this one is...but till then you'll find me in this shirt at least a night every week.
I would have put it on to model it, but I think that you all have already had an eyefull of ye olde lady muffins from my last mental upchuck so Ill refrain from posting another boob-ful pic here.