McH decided last minute that she wanted to celebrate her big day by going out to a little fun park, Boondocks, to have pizza and ride bumper boats. Both McP and McI were on excitement overload and McB was about to have a meltdown after dealing with so many, um, intellectually-challenged people who worked there, but McH and I had a blast. The pizza was yummy, we took picture booth photos (my fave) and McP got to ride some rides and collect tickets. Super fun!
Does anyone have an extra towel to spare? I seem to have some drool running down my face. 
You know, if Jennifer Love-Hewitt was so body-happy (as she claims to various magazines), wouldn't she pose without the blow-up pool toy blocking her midsection? I'm just saying.
Well, if he *has* to wear a shirt, at least he's matching his shirt to his son. Cutest. Dad. Ever.
If anyone ever wrote an article about me with this as the headline, I'd be devastated. Sheesh, give the girl a break. This title is just harsh.
Oh, wait. This isn't Phoenix. This is Spenser when my sister and I decided to dress him up as a girl. Ooops. (Yes, we're evil - we used to dress up our baby brother as a girl, as well). 
As I mentioned the other day, big changes are definitely coming my way. I've been pondering moving to California for quite awhile now and when I was there I decided that there's no reason to keep putting it off. Job or no job, California, here I come! I'm quite excited about the move, although it's also terrifying. I've been here for a long time and I'm settled in my job, my routine, my apartment. But, I'm not happy here. My heart belongs in California - as I'll always be a California girl regardless of where I live. So, that's it - I gave notice to my landlord, I put in my two weeks at work, and I bought moving stuff to get the Pink Palace packed up. Crazy, right?!?!
Exactly how high are the lifts in TC's shoes? Come on, there is NO way he's the same height as Cameron - especially when she's in heels. I call B.S.
Gah. Tori's body is making my eyes bleed. Please eat.
Somewhere out there, a window dressing is missing.
I don't know about you, but I always dress up like Batgirl when eating a hot dog from a street vendor. That's just how I roll. 
Tomorrow is a very big day in these parts, as it's the one and only McH's birthday. Considering her "birthday week" officially started yesterday (and we sent McB out to get us some yummy treats to kick it off - thanks, McB!), I figured she'd be cool with the somewhat early shout-out. Now I need to go home and find the birthday gifts I was proactive about ordering....I'm afraid they may be temporarily lost in the Pink Palace. Not to fear, I'll find them....Happy birthday, McH!!!
So, the last time I checked, Farmville was a fictional game played on Facebook where people tend to their cyber farms. Now, I've never understood exactly why anyone would find this exciting, but I know a lot of people are fans and I respect that. What I don't understand are signs like this hanging in 7-11 which offer me iced coffee "fresh from Farmville." Since when is a cyber farm able to whip up some fresh anything? I mean, why stop there? Can they whip me up some blueberries and a gallon of milk? That'd be great.
Do you think when they dress up for a Halloween party, they just dress down in normal clothes?
Is it just me, or did Matt Damon suddenly start looking a little bit fatherly? 
Would it have killed Jason Segel to shower and shave before presenting an award? I mean, really?
Who is this homeless man and why is he waving at me?
As scary as it is to decide to change everything, at the same time I know it's necessary and look forward to my new adventures.
