Krafty Kristmas

As the title would imply, I have surprised myself with new levels of domesticity and craftiness like a sly little fox resulting in some awesome new levels of Christmas wonder and joy.

For the four footed friends:
Homemade Christmas biscuits with peanut butter, oatmeal and coconut.
I used my own dog as the tester and he seems to like them, but he will eat anything so I definitely can't consider his opinion to be unbiased.

For the gift that keeps on giving:

Some delicious cranberry lime infused vodka in pretty bottles. I haven't tasted yet but this definitely passes my "sum of all parts" test:
Vodka? Good
Cranberries? Good
Limes? Good
Sugar? Good
I can't see how it could go wrong!

For the newly wed:
Three dimensional felted/beaded/sequined/embroidered Christmas stocking.
So the Grams had made these for my brother and sister and I and they were amazing. Until they caught fire. Felt is kindling of the best kind in the garage arson world, apparently. So, being the new wifey that I am and wanting to start a few teensy tiny traditions I wanted to make a stocking in the same vein for me and the man.
I should be able to finish his up, mine, have not even started and the staggering amount of 3D woodland characters depicted on the packaging has me concerned I might not even be done by NEXT year. Ah well.



For the newer friends:
So I still wanted to give little things to people I like but don't know very well so I crafted these knotted scarves that I found online. http://www.putapuredukes.com/2011/09/braided-scarf-tutorial.html
Not too shabby for a first attempt and I think they will be appreciated.
My jersey was not on sale, I forgot a coupon and I had a mild slicing mishap that made the project take about 3x longer than it should have but they still look like the picture and will keep your necky warm so there ya go.


Even now I am trying to convince myself not to tackle any more until the stockings are finished but regardless, I am proud of me and my attempts this year. Usually I have ideas that never come to fruition.
Look at me kicking the ass of a potential NY resolution before it's even a new year.
Yeah, that's how I roll.

Is it bad sign that I consider taking a multi-vitamin a big step toward my self-improvement?

I suppose it can't be a good sign.
Ah well.
After a morning of productivity, I am spent. Not to mention taking that vitamin.
Whew!
Being responsible is quite tiring.
I'm feeling rebellious.
My week-long Lean Cuisine fest and abandonment issues are making me itchy.
Unfortunately the person I would do a road trip to see is out of town.
Too bad, I could use the wind in my glistening, folic-acid enriched hair to dust away some of these impending winter time jitters.
The husband-o is also off on a killing spree (deer hunting) so I am left with a high maintenance dog staring at me.
I can't decide if it would be better or worse for him to start responding to my philosophical questions.
Hmmm.
Ah well.
I also can't comprehend how Gym, Tanning and Laundry became a cool lifestyle choice.
It sounds like the average day of a very bored, very bronzed housewife.
How is that sexy?
Maybe the scent of Downy is a natural aphrodisiac...
I smell a science project.

Man, do I love me some hypothesizing.

Failure

So, I guess it was inevitable but I failed in my attempt to do something active every day.
I made it what, 6 days?
Last night combined with it being a Monday, going into work early and hosting book club wherein I had to rush home to stuff cheese inside of shells and clean the kitchen I missed the mark and was not able to complete my 30 minutes of activity.
Ah well.
I won't waffle here and give myself a pass. No treats for me. I still want to continue my efforts.
In a bonus, I finally got some batteries in the ol' Wii fit board and was able to weigh myself and was pleased to see I had lost 4.6 lbs since August.
Not anything to freak about but it's encouraging to know I haven't gained a million.
Whew!

On a completely unrelated note, I've discovered that a fail safe response that is good for a laugh when someone is talking about a person and mentions that they didn't notice this or that about them, always retort:
Was it because you were too busy getting lost in his/her eyes?

Zing!

Poopicus Panticus

That is my highly authentic Harry Potter spell for making someone poop their pants.

So - I've come up with a goal that I think will motivate myself to follow through on my MOVEmber activity initiative. Sounds official, huh? Anyway, since I actually do not own all the HP books, I will spoil myself with an overindulgent set of all the novels upon accomplishing my goal.

So far I have been successful.
30 min walk yesterday with the pooch.
30 min walk over my lunch break and hopefully another walk with the doggie tonight. Way to go me.
Hah ha!

I should also weigh myself or something so I can actually see if this rediculousness pays off.
I can do that tonight on the wii.
Anyway, that's all.
Update that I am not failing at life and a miserably low goal I've set for myself.
Woo hoo!

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

It's already the last day of October and I didn't post anything at all.
It's hard to believe but less than a month ago I was getting married. It's completely different being a wifey.
No, not really at all. But whatever.
Halloween is upon us, the weekend was full of cider making, pumpkin carving, and too much cider drinking.
Tonight marks the first time I have actually made specific plans to pass out candies to the little children.
And it's not even at my own house. Hm, maybe marriage IS changing me.
Either way to quickly recap: Wedding was great and awesome. People were so cool and helpful. Those that sought to make my life hell during this lovely process are suddenly quiet yet friendly. Intriguing.
While I can hold a grudge like no other, I really don't plan on dwelling on it for the rest of my life.
Okay, I must be maturing by the minute here.
Trip up to Duluth post-wedding was completely awesome. Weather here has been perfect... no snow yet. shock.
Sadly, at the moment, illness and a painful back injury have sapped my creative juices and sucked me dry like the rapidly diminished moisture content in this brisk autumn air.
I am, however, going to attempt a 30-day overhaul in which I do some type of physical activity for 30 minutes or more each day.
I think I need to motivate myself properly with a prize at the end if I can accomplish said feat.
It's cold and dark in the mornings now, making this even more challenging. Tomorrow is the 1st so we will see what happens.
I'm thinking an over indulgence of some sort... maybe an overpriced collectors edition of some books I have been eyeing. It has to be something good to get my ass out of bed.
hmmmmmm, what to choose...

So, in theory, If I do this, I will be updating more often about how awesome I am doing with my month long project.

Oh, I also have some fun new crafties I need to work on for Christmas... yes, I think about that shit this far in advance. I'm a product of marketing, what can I say?

MMK : Passive Environmentalist, Esquire

Those will be my new business cards.
Bear with me.


I love nature.
But I will not hug a tree, unless specifically asked by the tree.
I'm starting a movement against these Tree Raper's out there.
Who are you to determine a tree needs a hug?



Yes, this is Me, going Zen.
No good can come of this...
Clearly.



(picture of awesomeness found here: http://inkjot.wordpress.com/ )

Pop Culture

Maybe this just happens to me, but I have random flashes from shows and movies that frequently crop up in my life but they are always the same ones.
To compound this, they are incredibly random clips generally from shows that I very rarely watched and just happened to catch on that specific day.

To even further compound things, two of the most popular involve female comedians who were not openly lesbian at the time but have since come out.

Crazy right?
Okay, the one where Ellen DeGeneres on the Ellen show has a crush on American Gladiator Nitro and also participates on the show.
Don't remember it?
Well it was a doozie.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8YETW3iim0

"Be my glycerin, Love Nitro."
Amazing.


Numero two was from the Rosie O'Donnell show. Die hard fans are probably well aware but apparently she had a massive Judy Garland-esque crush on Tom Cruise.
Yes? Well I have emblazoned in my brain the day before he was going to be on her show when she did a number to 'Tomorrow' from the musical, Annie substituting Tom Cruise friendly lyrics.
"Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I'll see Tom, Tomorrow. I hope that Nicole - is - awaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"

Yeah, that was back when they were still "happily" married.

I can't find a clip of it sadly but I'm sure you can imagine it in her Brooklyn drawl being as epic and moving as it was to watch in person.

I have lots of others, but I found these especially amusing.

I think I might be weird.

Ladyhawke

So coworker and I get Fridays off but to ensure the office doesnt fall apart we alternate Fridays.
It so happens that today we are both working (on a Friday).
Other coworker came in and said it must be nice to be able to see each other... normally it's like we are in the movie Ladyhawke.
And what, you may ask, is that?

Oh, its a fan-freakin-tastic movie I had never heard of starring Michelle Pfeiffer where she turns into a hawk each day and her boyfriend turns into a wolf each night so they can never see each other with human parts.
Brutal.

My mission is now to watch this film as soon as possible.
And be amused that my relationship with co-worker is comparable to the star-crossed love affair of two cross-species cursed lovers.

Awesome.

That just happened

Yeah, so I was bored on a call and I was trimming my arm hair with office grade scissors and cut my arm in their scissor action.

Twice.

Juno has some good life lessons...

No really. Even though its Hollywood rendering of Minnesota has me thinking of my own equally unresearched rendering of Pittsburgh, there is some food for thought there.
Granted I am not a 17 year old with a Dawson's Creek-ian vocabulary (although I would like to think that I was) and a bun in the oven via Michael Cera sperm; who I am conviced would be too busy making awkward jokes and self-deprecating comments under their breath to find an ovum if it was staring them in the face- BUT I was thinking about it this morning when the dad gives her advice about being with someone who likes you for exactly who you are.
My own variations on this very credo have led me into much happiness and lovey dovey crap, but is there ever a point where too much is too much?

Innocent conversations take a turn for the worse when my cripplingly oppressive paranoia comes out.
To the point where I don't see it coming because my cripplingly oppressive denial has kept me from acknowledging the paranoia in the first place.

For example:
Guy:  Have you ever had your bed up against the wall in a corner before?
Me:   Yes, because as a child I was convinced someone was going to sneak into my house and kidnap or
         stab me while I slept.
Guy:  -silence-
Me:  What?

Yes, that is really what 7 year old me thought and thus executed in any and all bedroom re-arranging plans.
Luckily I was happily ignorant of the various other misdeeds that can happen to young people or I don't think wedging myself into a tightly clenched log between sheetrock and mattress would have done a thing for my sanity.

Not only was this relatively irrational (I know it has happened on occasion, I watch the news, but generally speaking, a 3rd floor bedroom is further down the list on the home invasion tour), but relatively morbid.

When asked if there were other instances of what I was slowly realizing to be abnormal behavior, I responded with a recurring fear that while walking my dog he will collapse and die and I will be stuck on the side of the road or walking path with no cell phone and a dog corpse.

Again, silence.
Ah, plot twist - Guy's brother's dog actually did drop dead mid-walk... yes it's sad but - Triumphant Ha! Ha! - not unfounded.
It's a serious concern of not only the tragedy of my canine companion dying in front of me but the dual terror of being unable to reach anyone and trying to haul a 70 lb dog after what I'm sure was a strenuous work out.

I'm so not kidding when I say this is the tip of the ice berg.
Guy inquired if that was why I was such a light sleeper, my highly educated and psycho-analytical mind came up with, "Hm, Maybe."

Orange is the new White

Hang onto your giblets.
Sorry Jew-Folk, but the bash of the century just got booked on Yom Kippur. Get ready to party harty - while atoning...

That's right, the Klyka Extravaganza is happening.
While I have been trying to figure out what that word hybrid reminds me of, I just discovered it's vaguely reminiscent of Kraken.
Oh yes, my love for you is like a barnacle-y sea monster from which there is no escape.
So romantic.


Meanwhile, in my subconscious...
I dreamt that not only did the invitations I insist we not buy yet (in real time) become irrevocably scarce and difficult to purchase (in dream time) but I also somehow decided on a kicky orange blouse and black capri pants to be my wedding ensemble.
Dream self even thought, "how did it come to this? I had such nice dresses picked out."
But apparently the fashionist fire within could not be dampened.

Family and Friends: Prepare to have your faces melted as I prowl down the catwalk - er, aisle - in this little baby.

You Snooze; You Get Eaten

Maniacal Laughter Ensues...Oh the naive hopes for the summer.
Not only has it not been summer at all with rain, 40 degree weather, more rain oh, and one week of 105's while I was in California - bullshit,  but I have also decided to take on way more than I can chew, thus dashing any and all hopes of a quiet afternoon cross stitching Judd Nelson's gray streak.

Oh no, after deciding to remodel the downstairs bathroom and vacation in cali for 8 days, I also got engaged.
Which I am completely ecstatic about.
We then decided to have the wedding this fall.
Which I am still ecstatic about, combined with a self loathing that could curdle dairy.
Why do I take on so much?
Because I want to, and I know I can do it, and I love a challenge.
And, because the only thing more nerve wracking than planning a wedding in 3 months would be planning it in 12...
People hear 'wedding' and lose all sense of rationale.

It's like the word wedding is synonomous with "velociraptor.'


There is confusion, shock, and then the instant collective thought of self preservation. People need to act fast, take no prisioners and trample the poor suckers who came to the same realization a millisecond after them.
You snooze you lose, or in this case, get eaten.
You Snooze - You Get Eaten has a nice ring to it.

Don't get me wrong, I have had so much help, support and great wishes and suggestions that I am overwhelmed, but there is also that group that take personal offense to every decision as if it was strategically planned out to insult them in the most effective way possible.
Sigh.
I can do it, it's just sad that people don't want to enjoy this as much as I do. It's a party! An awesome one! What's not to love?!

Really? Fine, thanks for coming, enjoy your velociraptor egg wedding favors.

Ambition Wanes

As per usual, I suppose.

But I have several projects I hope to devote some attention to and finish up this summer.
- quilt
This sounds ambitious but really it isn't too bad. It's mostly done, i just have to sew the backing on.
Yet, it has been sitting unfinished for over a year now. Eesh.

-Breakfast Club cross stitch awesomeness
I bought the wrong color "flesh" thread and stalled out a few months ago but this is fairly close to completion as well. Not to mention it's awesome.

Last but not least, I have declared this the summer of non-digital photography.
That's right. Between my polaroid knock off and my old school film camera (complete with about 8 rolls of film) I plan on documenting this summer the old fashioned way.
I'm sure there will be a few digital pics in there for necessity's sake but for the most part - no.

I'm excited at this mystery photo op. No longer can I delete and re-take the awkward neck photo or re-center my damn dog who just won't sit still.

It's like I've been drawn back into 1999 and I'm loving it!

Screw you, this was MINE!

Gasp.
I am completely taken aback.
Granted, I only have 5 followers, and granted one of them is myself, but lack of notariety (which is only a matter of time by the way) is NO EXCUSE to pawn off a brilliant idea as your own!

THIS was MINE!

If you will look to Exhibit ONLY located here under the June 9, 2008 file, beginning with a benign rant on Piper Perabo, you will note the undisputable truth and that my incredible awesomeness is self evident and completely and totally cyberlly documented before you were even born you ass face!
(That's complete speculation, I have no clue as to your age.)


Okay, You can say it's different, but it's not.
And maybe I don't have a fancy copyright symbol next to my name but the joke is on you because I took Journalistic Law and you don't need one to enforce proprietary ideas.
If I had a lawyer, your ass would be grass.
But I'm poor and unmotivated, so until that day, I will have to settle for slighting your existence for all eternity.
Congratulations on your fame you Martha Stewart, how many crippled and broken bodies of the everyman did you stomp on to get here?

I find myself saying, "If I get salmonella - so be it" a lot whilst cooking...

Probably not a good sign.
Hmmmm.

Anyway, I've worked in retail before but never at one of those find all places like Target or Walgreen's where you can find anything.
I feel like the cashiers there must come across some really strange stuff... one of those, " I don't want to eat whatever the fuck you are cooking with those ingredients" kind of thing.
I even find myself thinking that just looking at other peoples' carts in the grocery store.

With that in mind, I have to give some respect to the cashier at Target this weekend who didnt even raise an eyebrow when I checked out with only 2 pairs of lacy thong undies and a meat tenderizer.
I appreciate not being judged.

Crafting Anyone?

I made mention a while ago about my awesome-ly crafty birthday idea.
It came to fruition this week for a glorious birthday celebration with wine, sausage, risotto, and people staring - a lot.

Friend loves several things, one of them being mustaches.
So I made her some.
Naturally in the most gaudy and attention grabbing way I could.

Yay! Mustache Pillows. Funny yet functional.

They can also be used as water buffalo horns... If that's what you're into.

Happy Melissmas

If you aren't prepared for the answer... don't ask.

Even though my corroded and blunt advice generally tends to go unheeded, I still never seem to cease to give it. Sorry. Part of me feels guilty, but it is the small part that I beat into submission regularly.

Por Ejemplo: If you are comforting an ex-girlfriend and attempt to justify it, you are guaranteed to unleash the uncouth advice monster.
"I know I shouldn't, but do you think I could get sexual favors for this?"

"If you mean being emotionally fisted, then yes."


You're Welcome.

Evolution Schmevolution

I think I have a dog who is secretly a human.
Like Scabbers/Peter Pettigrew or the Shaggy Dog/Human Guy
Or at the very least and less creepy, just highly enlightened a la Dino or Astro.

The list is long and distinguished but foremost at the moment is his ability to outwit my sleeping in attempts.
I've been clipping his nails more to avoid the early morning clacking on the hardwood.
How does he respond?
Some how he has devised a way to sit down in the loudest fashion possible.
It's like he is doing some kind of elaborate wrestling move where he slams his haunches on the floor, stands up and repeats.
It surpasses all attempts at effective description. Imagine if you were to angrily throw yourself into an easy chair in a huff.
Now imagine that instead of a cushiony ass you have bony tendons and a tail that somehow makes a crunchy noise, and instead of a soft cozy chair you are huffing into an unforgiving, hard wood floor that radiates sound better than most acoustic halls.


Why can't I be smarter than him?
Why?

It's Officially Become WRONG

That's it.
I thought I had reached my breaking point a while ago when I heard the term "jeggings" but I was so wrong.
If I only knew how worse it would become I would have checked my careless assessments. Saved them for the appropriate time. Kept my panic reserves for when it was truely necessary.
Now I have this flaccid acceptance. It's more of a sad head shake rather than the tsunami of rage it should be.
I don't think there are enough natural disasters to do it justice, actually.

BABY SKINNY JEANS!
http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=57011&vid=1&pid=762974

and if that wasn't enough... the customer reviews.... <shudder> ohhhh, the customer reviews.

Rated 5 stars
Review Summary:great jeans!
Review Date:07-31-2010

Review Comment:These skinny jeans are SO cute! Even better, they fit my "not so skinny" 16 month old great! I was worried about her being able to fit into skinny jeans since she is a little chunk. I love the look, so we gave them a try! They fit great since they have a nice stretch, and they are super soft so they are still very comfortable on her! We love!


Why?
Why?
Why?

Got the VD?

Hm, in my youth I would celebrate this auspicious day with large quantities of jello shots and champagne, partying with a few 100 of my closest friends in scantily clad budoir wear.
Ah, those were the days.
Sadly time marches on. We have spread out across the country, and my ass has spread out across the couch so saucy little outfits are not nearly as fun as they once were.

Having to forgo my one and only VD tradition I guess I will do without.

In other news, I rocked the shit out of my tiramisu this weekend.
Amazing and delicious.
Check one for the melizard.

Weekend full of snowboarding and long walks has left me feeling sore and hungry. I'd say the activity regimine is going well.
Check two.

Pictures were taken on said walk and during dinner where said tiramisu was devoured - Thats a go for check Three.

Hair still growing and smoke still avoiding.
I think i'm going to have to retire this list and come up with some new goals to kick the asses of.

I have a fun plan for when the weather gets nicer which is to figure out what exactly the obscene number of pairs of shoes I own and then attempt to wear a different pair each day until I have used up the supply.
I could be interesting and if nothing else, I can determine which shoes I can guiltlessly throw away.

In the vein of attempting to utilize my uber creative talent I discovered an awesome gift idea for a friend's birthday in the near future. Sadly I can only reveal all post birthday but it will be worth it.

Just you wait.

Resolve

Goal Update:

5). Still not smoking. In fact, I almost gagged when some inconsiderate bastard blew his poison gas at me at 7am this morning.

4.) Picture Time was hot and heavy two weeks ago but due to an unfortunate incident wherein my battery died I was railroaded. But I have a fully charged camera sitting in my purse aching to search out exotic wildlife again.

(see here )

3.) Tiramisu will be made for that most unholy of days... VD. While I lack the bachelorette-hood to justify romantic angst, I still just can't stand the day. Restaurants jack up prices, lonely people give me dirty looks and flowers seem to be everywhere. Oh and it's apparently an excuse for everyone to decide I'm getting engaged.  So although I don't condone such festivities, there will be delicious food. Oh yes there will be.

Oh, and the fact that I am making it for dinner at my mom and dad's house makes it all the more of a refuge that my fat girl persona can crawl into.

mmmmmmm.... a house of cake. cave. Cave of Cake.

moving on

2.) I had a mini hair cut and highlight session over the weekend. 1/2 an inch does not make me a failure...

It makes me responsible. Maintanence is important. I've also started taking a daily Gummi Vitamin - the only way to eat vitamins if you ask me. (Unless it's Wonka Vite) Which should help my overall well-being as well as hair awesomeness with Folic Acid.

1.) Aside from a few snackies on super bowl sunday I have been eating really well. Work out motivation levels are at an all time low given that it's -9 degrees outside this morning but it can't last.

Do you hear me winter? This agression will not stand!

I have a dream.

Which will live in infamy.

So long as we both shall live.

or something like that.

All in all, the prognosis looks good.

Additional goals too dull to update upon weekly include blogging more - self evident, trimming my dog's nails on a weekly basis. His clacking wakes me up in the morning and he knows it too. I plan to deplete this arsenal of auditory attack. That's why I'm the human, and you're the effing dog.

And trying to be more creative.

I mean, I am creative, I just need to make time for creative outlets. Blogging being one, finishing my projects that I have started and which remain flaccidly sitting in my office being another. I suppose my papparazzi antics will fall into that category too.

Again with the multi-tasking.

Look out world.

Do you have a plan? I don't even have a Pla!

Today I decided I needed some goals.
Please note they are not New Year's Resolutions.
Those are a waste of time for people who are unhappy with their lives and have the misguided approach of only doing something about it because of an arbitrary date on a calendar.
That's right, I am a New Year's Grinch.

Okay, back to me and my goals.
I figure to distinguish myself from all those schmucks who make goals and forget about them... I need to create a few awesome goals that might happen eventually interspersed with completely achievable (or already achieved) tasks that will make me feel good and remind me of how awesome I am for doing them.

Today I will start with 5 goals:

1) Lose some weight. I want to look saucy when I am in Vegas in March.
 - I have a Lean Cuisine meal for lunch today so I am well on my way, right?
2) Grow my hair out.
 - I do not have a hair cut scheduled for today or tomorrow. Yay me. Look how good I am at    accomplishing things!
3) Make a Tiramisu
 - This will take a while, and I have social plans this weekend so it will have to wait.
4) Take more pictures to document awesome-ness.
 - Okay, this will actually be tough. I am perfectly capable of this but for some reason the act itself eludes me. I have a camera permanently stationed in my purse... what possible excuse do I have to not do this? Apparently I dont need one. I just don't do it/never remember. This will change. Sub-goal will be to document at least three items this weekend.
5) Keep quitting smoking.
 - Yes, you are awesome! Way to go on re-accomplishing this goal each minute of every day. Yes I quit like 2 years ago, but cram it. I rule at continually quitting. Whoo!


So, of these initial 5 goals, all are relatively achieveable on the surface but if you subscribe to circular logic the way i do, you will notice there are some serious sneak concerns that I have to be on red alert to avoid:

For instance, Losing Weight is in direct contrast to making and inevitably devouring a delicious homemade tiramisu. But conversely, working out more increases how fast your hair grows so how genius am I to kill two fat birds with one hairy stone?
And, following the rule of awesome-ness, once I am hot and saucy again, I will want to be the star of my own sitcom so taking pictures more often should be a breeze.
Unfortunately sexy people are always seen smoking which only adds to their appeal so I might have to revisit that, but we will tackle that bridge when we come to it right?

Who needs books?

The thing I like about the book club I'm in, is it's openness to any and all topics combined with the general consensus that the book is secondary, nay, even tertiary to the food being consumed and the more important topics at hand.

Squid pro crow, the minutes:

Yes dear Pearl, that is YOUR bug eyed Boston Terrier we were discussing.
Amusement abounds.

I am glad we finished on the relatively benign topic of clogs.
Though I can't remember if they were of the drain or footwear variety.
Clearly it's irrelevant.

Pull your weight

Lady Fluff: i think of it as something fun, like a scale of bananas or gumballs.
Lady Fluff: like, you have this and this good
Lady Fluff: two bananas go over here...
Lady Fluff: but you have this and this bad
Lady Fluff: 27 bananas go over there...
Lady Fluff: hm, looks like you dont have enough bananas guy
Lady Fluff: smell you later
Lady Fluff: or...
Lady Fluff: wait for it
Lady Fluff: .....
Lady Fluff: make like a banana....
Lady Fluff: and SPLIT!
Lady Fluff: YES!!!
Pearl [Necklace]: lasdj;lajsd;aksdja;lsdkj
Lady Fluff: SCORE!!!
Pearl [Necklace]: you did it!
Lady Fluff: I RULE!!!
Pearl [Necklace]: BLOGGING IT!
Lady Fluff: hahahaha
Lady Fluff: and it's important to use something like bananas so you dont try to eat them all while you are doing the measuring.
Lady Fluff: it wouldnt work with gummi bears...
Pearl [Necklace]: hahaahahahaha
Lady Fluff: i would be like...
Lady Fluff: good pile, bad pile who gives a shit?!?
Lady Fluff: i want a red one!