Laziness

So, I know I could do a google search. I realize that I could find out this information for myself. Having said that, I would like to fully admit that I'm just too darn lazy for all that and so I've decided to post about it and I'm sure that one of you can help me.

Please someone tell me where/how I can get one of those cute little things that you can put as your picture? Like down were you can "follow my blog", there's these cute little squares that represent who you are. I know how I can make that my own picture, but seriously... pictures of myself are the bane of my existence right now, so I need something cute and fun. Shayla and Heather, you both have something different, so share the love! Where can I get one?

Thank you. That is all.

Need I Say More?

True to my word, my last post was not about the boys. Having pointed that out, I just cannot possibly wait any longer to share these adorable photos of Mr. Kermy. He's just so completely edible!

My child is a genius. He has already set tremendous goals for himself and practices every day to achieve them. The above picture, for instance, is him practicing to fit his ENTIRE fist into his mouth. Yes, people... the whole thing. Now wait... you say that's not enough to get him into Harvard? Well, we'll see... you can all just wait 18 years and then eat your words. Kind of like the way he's eating his hand...

And this is Mr. Kermy smiling after filling out his application to Harvard...

And this is Mr. Kermy laughing because he got accepted into Harvard all while everyone thought that eating your own fist doesn't make you a genius.

Really, need I say more?

Spreadin' the Joy

I was sitting in Olive Garden the other night (my birthday dinner with the Reed family) and was having the hardest time not eavesdropping on the table next to ours. (I had chicken fettuccine, by the way... yummm) Okay, so I wasn't really trying very hard not to listen, but don't judge me... they were talking super loud. Anyways, at first they were talking politics, and I immediately got nauseous and tuned them out. (It was so nice to receive those 8 million messages on my machine yesterday asking me to vote for every politician with a pulse, but I am SOOOO ready for this election to be over!) Well, then their conversation turned to Halloween and Trick or Treating (it was that night) and I couldn't help but tilt my head back in their direction. You know what this chick said?!? She said that someone very important that lived somewhere very renowned did a very famous study that concluded that there are roughly 8000 calories in one of those little orange pumpkins that all the kids collect their candy in. Seriously? Must people go and ruin a perfectly good holiday by attaching statistics to it like that?!? I was JUST FINE, thank you very much, without having an actual number associated with how terrible I was/still am/will continue to eat after this wretched holiday has passed. Well, you all know me, I can't possibly hear something so upsetting without passing along the joy to anyone who will listen. So there you go, people. Happy Freakin' Halloween! Enjoy your candy.

P.S. I was eating a mini twix bar while I typed this. It was soooo worth it!