You know what I think is neat and cool about having Google Analytics? It lets me see I have a handful of readers from my geographical location---close enough that we would all shop at the same Target. Isn't that CRAZY? We could seriously be passing each other in the aisles and not even know it! We could be stopping for lunch at the same McDonald's! We might even live in the same neighborhood! And we wouldn't even know! Doesn't that seem bizarre?
Well, or else it's people who know me in real life and are secretly reading my blog without telling me, and geez. Buzzkill.
Hair update: some of the orangey color came out in the first couple of shampoos, leaving behind an only slightly peachy blonde. The color is not as good with my complexion as my usual dirt-colored hair, but it is better with my HAIR than my usual dirt color.
Hey, question. If you put "key lime yogurt (2)" on the list, and your husband came home from the grocery store with "can of key lime pie filling (2)," what would YOU do with it? It seems like a very odd food pantry donation indeed. You don't have enough to eat? Here, have a can of key lime pie filling!
is a not-uncommon sight at our house. He just slings his foot up there. And look at the OTHER foot, so far away, and with little toe niblets splayed as if ASKING to be bitten off.
Now, here are the promised end-of-post contest updates for the nosy and the still-in-the-mood-for-contests:
Home2K9 shows the prize she won in Slynnro's contest (pretty, pretty prize, Slynnro!) and has her own new contest in the same post.
Here's the package Under Construction received from My Life, and here's her new pay-it-forward.
Here's SaLy's post about the package she got from me, and also her new pay-it-forward. Which I'm entering because I think it would be really funny if SaLy and I ended up in a loop like that. Her contest ends tonight, so enter quickly!
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...