I was spending this morning much like I spend most of my mornings and afternoons which would be lying in bed and eating cake and hacking around on the internet when I made the hilarious discovery that I have been blocked on facebook by a woman I have never met. How do I know this and why do I care? Well, I will tell you. We have mutual friends and I was posting a comment on said mutual friends wall and I saw a familiar last name. Well I clicked on this gal and figured out she was the wife of a boy I very, very casually dated. Like held hands at church camp dated. I thought "Oh, how nice. That repulsive bag of grotesque flesh found someone to love him" and I went on about my merry way. I typed her name in and discovered that, alas, she could not be found. Yes, my imaginary readers, I was blocked!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAA!!!! What makes this extra funny is that this poor woman is probably jealous of me holding her husbands fat sweaty hand when I was 15. She thought enough about it and hated me enough to seek me out and block me. I would love to crack up, but it is really quite pitiful.

In savings news, I hit up more
lands end yesterday. I snagged two pairs of baby britches (very cute and excellent quality), a patent leather picture keychain for my mother, a long sleeved broadcloth shirt (monogrammed cause I am an obsessed loser) and a lands end Canvas tank top cause I am tossing out all of my junky ones. (Lands End Canvas is the less momish version of lands end, complete with delectable male models looking Harvardy)I only spent 33 bucks and if everything had been at full price (and if I had paid for shipping which I REFUSE to do because it is against my religion) it would have been well over 150.00.

I had another good run the day before (you know, while lying in bed eating cake and drinking Dr Perky) at Lands End and hooked up on a
shadow stripe tank (I already have navy and black--50% cotton, 50% modal and they DO NOT cling to the nightmare that is my stomach for which I am eternally grateful. Love the kids, but my stomach looks like a rabid dog got ahold of me and shook my belly skin violently. It is so beyond hot) and a
henly tee for less than 12 bucks and free shipping and I paid for it with paypal money from the poor suckers who buy my junk on ebay.
So, in closing, I am feared and hated by women everywhere (well, just one and she is obviously insane), I keep buying monogrammed stuff even though I am the last thing from preppy (I like to think of myself as lazy/lardy) and getting out of bed for any reason is completely overrated.