Not-so-secret-competitions

Last night I got home and my sister was on the phone with her bf. I strode confidently into her room and proceeded to do the running man to her Lifehouse CD. I'm SOOO attractive. Anyway, she tells her bf that I am now doing the world's MOST attractive dance, and I proceed to challenge him to a dancing competition. Apparently he agrees. I tell him to bring it. My sister asks if he's going to go practice. Apparently he says he doesn't neeeeeed practice. Oooooh. Mr. Big-I-Don't-Need-Practice-because-I'm-a-fantastic-dancer man. AHahahah. Cue fundy dance. Cue complaining about bad dancing. And fade to black. Welcome to my world of cheesy not-so-secret competitions. All judging is subjective.


Oh, my 40 days of Purpose youth totally made the leaders the cutest little scrapbook ever, and they all signed it. It was so great! Almost made me cry.

I watched What a Girl Wants today. Prototypical teeny-bopper flick, but AWESOME soundtrack. Plus that guy can sing. Goood music times.
Memorable moments:
"I love you a million Swedish berries" and "I love you a million red M&M's"
something about "poo spread on toast" (am I obsessed with poo and farting??)
"That is the cutest Gucci tartan!" (insert rolling of eyes here)
Colin Firth dancing around in leather pants. Leather pants should be illegal. YES, that's right. Wear leather pants over my dead body chained to the doors of Danier Leather. Ahahahaha.

And I'm on my way with square number one for the blanketeers blanket. Do you knit or crochet? make an 8"x8" square and you can join, too! So much fun. So distracting. Join!