BooBerry's Derby Hat

It has a big foam B on the side with a horse on it.

Pimptastic: "Where my money at, bitch?"

F*ck yeah I want crystals with my toast.

That's how we roll in Mandyland.

Fotobomb Friday!

Pop Quiz: Which one do I own?

Derby Barbie ...

or Infield Barbie?

If you put Callie in this photo, it would apply to us.

Oh, shit.

No. No, you did not. This lady had a bad day. A very bad day. And so did this guy. So kwitcherbitchin.

No.

This should be filed under "OUTFIT FAIL."

Nice.

People falling has a facebook page.

A for Effort, but F for FAILS miserably.

You're Welcome.

Excellent reading HERE. A great way to spend the afternoon.

You're welcome.

WTF. Am I invisible?

I just about got creamed today -- twice -- by assholes who pulled out in front of me. For the record, my SUV is f*cking white, not road colored. And that was a STOP SIGN you completely blew through, you stupid cow.

Well, hell.

Turns out I have bronchitis, a sinus infection and most likely an ear infection. So see, my whining wasn't in vain. (Well, anymore than normal.)

I'm on antibiotics and sleeping about 18 hours a day (not unlike Porkfat). *Cue unflattering picture of Porkfat*:

I've been so sick I literally drove six houses up the street tonight to let my neighbor's dog outside.

(Not as bad as this, but close...)

Apparently tomorrow is Easter (WTF? Wasn't it January just, like, last week? Shit. It's going to be 102 degrees before I even get to enjoy Spring).

Happy Easter from Mandyland!

Despite being completely jacked up on cough syrup and Nyquil, I managed to throw together a basket for Boo and we dyed about two dozen eggs today. I'm not putting that shit in the front yard, though, because Bill mowed today and put fertilizer down, and hard boiled eggs are an open invitation for every raccoon without three miles to invade our yard (I'm assuming. Hell, I don't know. For all I know hard boiled eggs could be Kryptonite to raccoons. I'm not exactly Jack fucking Hanna.)

Hope y'all have a happy holiday tomorrow, and I should be back to normal next week.

Seriously. I think I'm dying.

My bitch of a cold has moved from my head into my chest and settled nicely into my lungs. It's a lovely feeling, you know, when you cough and think your lung is coming out through your nose. Lovely.

I'm home!

And utterly sick. I have a terrible head cold from the filth that is Walt Disney World.

We had a great time, and ended up $1,527 richer IN CASH by giving up our seats home yesterday. Southwest put us up in a hotel in St. Louis for the evening and we took the first flight home this morning with three checks for $509 EACH in our pockets. WIN WIN.

I finally have internet back after Bill called and ripped Insight/DISH/the magic Internet fairies a new one ... our modem has been S-L-O-W-L-Y dying a painful death until last weekend right before we left.

If I manage to survive this head cold, I'll post a picture or video or two. I have a raging cold sore as well as this head cold (I am seriously trippin' on meds now) so ... I seriously think I'm dying, though...