This morning I saw the Tuettles on the Martha Stewart show.
Baking valentine cookies.
You can't tell me that's not a sign of the apocalype.
[In other news... nothing. I woke up this morning and realized my doctor is off on Wednesdays, so he won't be calling me with the MRI results until tomorrow.]
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Argh on the additional waiting!
Also, argh on biker dudes baking with Martha, but that's more surprise and alarm than frustration.
My husband worships those guys, I HAVE to show him... maybe he will be inspired to explore his feminie side and bake some cookies.
The shoulder saga continues... be sure to tune in next week when Siren A: Eats her spinach and becomes popeye-like declaring she will swin the english channel.
B: Inflates a kiddie pool and fills it to a depth of six inches so she can swim only on her "good" side.
C:Threatens to sue the pants off Donald Trump. "Ewwwww let him keep his pants, Siren, please."
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