Why, why, why?

So, my childhood friend just posted that she worked out in a gym this morning that had chandeliers. With a lead in like that, I couldn't resist the urge to whip this out-- so to speak.

Seems like this might be an appropriate chandelier to have in a gym. At least, certain kinds of gyms.

But, really, isn't this just about the ugliest thing you've ever seen? It seemed to come from a completely serious post on chandeliers. (thanks, Becky.) So...someone out there has this in their home. And probably paid a lot of money for it.

Hee, hee. People so crazy.

Just in time for Witchmas

For those of you who know me well--and, considering all the verbal brain-barfing I do on the internet, pretty much everyone does-- you know I am losing my hair. Slowly, slowly, slowly, I am degenerating until I look like this:

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Except minus Michelle Pfeiffer's cheekbones and strong jawline. Pretty much her whole package. So... basically just this photo of Michelle from the eyebrows up.

Nice, huh?

Oh, and I'll be wearing the dress...because I'm going to need witchy threads.

So, being a glass half-full kind of person, I am trying to figure out what to do with this particular conundrum. I am hoping that you, my friends and internet stalkers, will help me sort this out.

My hubby has already shot down the Blossom hat, which is too bad, since I already bought it. But there are other options:

I am rather fond of the turban, particularly since I am pretty sure I can just tuck my keys and phone in there and be good to go.

On the other hand, I'm not sure I can carry off the face tats.









Here's another fave: the Justin Bieber wig. I like it because it ups my "cool" factor. On the other hand, do I really want to be indistinguishable from the young men in my daughter's class?

So, give it some thought. I'll be waiting for your input. And, while you're considering it, enjoy these delightful tidbits from The Ten Strangest Justin Bieber Products Money Can Buy.

Ho, Ho...ooooh

Ok, I don't really have any profound words. It's Santa, peeing-- off your house. Where else did you think he was going to do it? Use you filthy bathroom? Pulease.

Anyway, it fits my "things that pee" theme.

Yeah, I didn't know it was my theme either. I thought it was more "Metal chickens and the things that kill them." But this week, it's about pee.

Feliz Navidad from Rico

In preparation for the crabpocalypse, Rico is ready to party like its 2011.

That's right, crabpocalypse. You heard it here first.

Move over metal chicken...

Metal chickens are so 2011.

I declare 2012 to be the year of the metal crab. Which totally explains why 2012 is supposed to be the end of the world. Cause when the metal crabs take on the metal chickens, there's gonna be a lot of collateral damage.

Why do I not already have this?

Come on. Every shower should have this.

So, since I am now enticing people to my blog, I figured I'd better post something. And, viola, booger shower gel.

I love that it's green!