There are only supposed to be seven deadly sins? Poppycat. Because I am thisclose to buying a $200 litter box. (It has a less PG term in this house.)
So what is THAT? It’s not commendable, surely, which makes it sin-ematic. It’s not really greed or envy…but it’s clearly stupid, because no cat needs to make turds in modern art, but…
It’s “where MODERN PETS DO THEIR BUSINESS.” Like a JOB. And it comes in all different colors and doesn’t make me want to die just looking at it.
Now, it does not mean that cleaning it out will be my job (I will do any chore but that) but… I could say it’s for the cats (selfless) but it’s really for me (super sin).
Ohh. Since it lives in the bathroom, it’s “vanity.” Got it.
Want love want.
“You are Here” maps, personalized to your town, by Matt Macgregor Glen.
“Smithy” makes me think of getting your hands black, banging it out over the forge on a Remington, setting type all inky up to your shirtsleeves.
Writing to get dirty.
Like. And predictably, want.
Yours truly wants to when in Rome, too. OH man bacchanalia, vomitoriums, ROME. 30 Seconds to Mars. Live. Rome. June 18th.
June! Like the month of my birth! And celebration thereof! I looked for more exclamation marks, but my key board ran out.
Weeps. Begs for shipment. Believes in reason for season.
(Yo. FiveAlarmVegan. Easter’s on your watch, kiddo. Here’s what the bunny can bring you.)
I would put this a million places. Or, one. In my house
“I want to call you all the time, but you’re always at work!”
“Me too, but you’re always in the Army!”
Scooty useful, kick and move, no climbing on the counters, seating for snacks and helpers.
Someday I’ll remember that I want one of these for my kitchen.
This little stool of mine, I use it all the time, to reach the things I couldn’t, and lots of things I shouldn’t…
Say it ‘til you believe it: “You do not need a fake Eames rocker in the barracks. You do not need…”
Shush. You don’t know me. (And I so do.)
File under: Threats. See also: Promises.
What. I have an insanely good filing system.
UPDATE: OMGS. MY scooter just got price-slashed. MEANT TO BE???
(via redneckyachtclub)
