Free DIY printable: You make me happy

Wouldn't it be sweet to give this free Good Gravy! DIY printable to someone today who makes you happy when skies are gray?

{Click here to download a 4.75" x 6.75 size card}

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...

The doughboy has landed

Don't adjust your screen.  What you're seeing is indeed my new best friend: A 54-inch styrofoam Pillsbury Doughboy.  And he's mine, all mine.

The grocery store down the street wouldn't sell me theirs, so I found this limited-edition guy online.  Yeah, quite a bit of dough was shelled out (pun totally intended) but it's such a cool item that I'm thrilled to now own it.

 Don't we make a beautiful couple?

Didn't taste like candy

While on vacation, I went to a candy shop and couldn't believe to find candy cigarettes still in production.  Of course, if you look carefully, there's no mention of "cigarettes." Riiight.

Which brings me to this confession: I smoked my very first cigarette last month.  First [and last] in my 34 years, and soley because I just wanted to see what it was like. 

The curiousity (along with my lung from hacking to death) is certifiably out of my system. 

Squashed!

I'm what you'd call an "accidental gardener." 

As in, I-threw-a-sorry-little-zucchini-plant-into-my-yard,-walked-away-for-a-while,-and-came-home-to-these-beasts:

Toy cow delicately positioned for comical scale.

Cape adventure

Back from a beach vacation on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. 

Regular programming, along with about 15 loads of laundry, now resuming.  :)

Pottymouth convict

I'm pretty determined to retain my Mother of the Year title.

Wavey drops a shoe and says quietly under her breath, "Oh s---, I dropped that."

I whip around and ask, "What did you just say?" which is followed by 10 minutes of me gently pleading her to verify the word I was pretty sure I heard.

Finally, she admits the word and I ask her which friend from school taught it to her.  She gives me a smirk and says, "No one from school.  YOU say it all the time."

&%$#@, she's right. 

At least she used it in correct context.

The August Grinch

I have some choice words for my discovery of Christmas items in the craft store yesterday...

...none of which are very nice because it's only August for crying outloud, and especially for this DIY doll, "Jingles the Sock Monkey." 

Button eyes = not right, folks.  Just not right.

Pop quiz

Wavey decided to meticulously dress herself this weekend.  So, here's my question:  Who should be more embarrassed by the other person?

(A) Me, because Waverly's outfit is delightfully wacky,

(B) Waverly, because I'm an adult wearing a child-sized t-shirt that reads "Member Doughboy Fan Club" paired with running shorts,

-or-

(C) None of the above because we were going to Walmart where we'd most likely blend right in.

Pencils down, please.

Your monthly gift?

I'm all for practical gift-giving, but I draw the line at this:

{thanks to kim for making me laugh out loud with this find}

Hello, new chair

Call me crazy, but this well-worn chair I came across at a local antique store was begging for me to buy it for photography use.  And use it, I shall: 

These are just test shots, but I'm very excited to see how it'll work out when my kids are actually dressed appropriately and somewhat cooperative. 

So, when pigs fly, right? 

Marshmallows, check. Gin, checkcheckcheck.

We had a small s'mores get-together at my friend Holly's house. 

And aside from plain, strawberry and chocolate marshmallows to choose from, Holly made sure the true essentials of a s'mores party were included...

..lime, gin, tonic and ice.  Party on, moms.  Party on.

So wrong, yet so right

It's no secret I get the heebie-jeebies from dolls, but I always get a good laugh when friends send me hilarious doll-related finds and say, "I saw this and thought of you!" 

Like the following from EarthSeaWarrior:

Or this from ReshapeStudio:

Creepy, hilarious and if it wasn't for my fear that these objects would come to life and stab me in my sleep, I'd totally own them.

Poppin' fresh

During the holidays, I usually say, "I have everything I want and need, so please no gifts." 

I will not be saying that again until this arrives on my doorstep:

This foam Doughboy:

A) Stands about four feet tall

B) Is a display and not for general sale

C) Must be mine

In grad school, I practically ate triple my weight in Pillsbury products just to mail in enough points toward a free Doughboy mug, while inadvertently turning myself into a Doughboy at the same time. 

I still say: Well worth the mug.

But God loves frosting

We were at a child's birthday party the other day and this kid below (who we don't know) doesn't say a peep throughout the entire bowling party...until Waverly innocently sat down next to her for cake and the little girl says in a completely low, creepy voice:

"God hates birthdays.  It's true."

Sensing that this girl was dead-serious and kinda scary, Wavey gave her the "what the flip?" face and then slowly said, "Oookkkaaaaayyy."

I nearly died laughing.  It's true.

The opposite of "gruntled"

Seven more long, loooooong days until my stinkin' cast comes off.  I've decided to share my feelings about it in line chart form:

But it's so shiny

We were all - especially Wavey - appreciative for the generous birthday gifts received from friends and family.  I especially thought this looked like fun...

...until someone quipped, "those will look great inside your vacuum canister."

Find the miserable kid

We celebrated Wavey's birthday over the weekend with friends, a bounce house and a slip n' slide.  Three things of note in the photo below:

(1)  Wav had the time of her life, but rounding up children ages six and under for one photo was worse than herding cats.  There are about five kids missing from the photo.

2. Griffin was about three hours past his usual naptime and it shows big time with his miserable pout.  And can we talk about his bird-chest?  I swear that we feed him even though he retains zero body fat.

3.  I absolutely love the company we rented the bounce house from even though Romeo and Juliets' faces has seen better days. Ha!

NKOTBeebs

I was on the fence with the appropriatness of Waverly sporting a shirt of her "crush," Justin Bieber.

But then got called out for my own "crush" with friends at a recent New Kids on the Block concert.

PS: I still love Joey Mac.

But not after Labor Day

What is more unbeliveable than how many pieces and hours it took to assemble Wavey's birthday present?

...That I'm to believe any normal parent would purchase white pants for their kid in hopes they'll stay clean: