Be still my heart. The excitement...so intense...I can barely breathe.
When a friend posted a picture of her cute Halloween Cupcake Cookie Jar, I literally think my heart stopped. INSTANTLY, I had to gurgle it and there it was...cute as it wants to be...at Kohl's. "Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today!" Cut to...me and 2 kids at Kohl's within 20 minutes. :) Best part? It was on sale AND I had $10 Kohl's giftcard. $30 cookie jar = $7.99, BABY!!
Look at this preciousness! Can you stand it?! (If only I could remember the Ode to a Candy Corn that I wrote last year, I would insert it here.) :) Instead, let us have a moment of silence to reflect upon this treasure.
I mean, really. Its cuteness cannot be measured.
Now some would chastise and say, "Shari, have you nothing better to do on a Thursday afternoon than go in search of a cookie jar?" My answer?...No. No I don't. I see a shoppertunity and I grab it, mister! And it isn't JUST the cuteness in all its glory...let's take a moment and gaze, shall we?...it's the adventure, the search, the hunt!! ~cue Miley Cyrus~ "It's the cliiiiiiiiiimb!"
To the critics, those who do not understand, I say, "Good day. I SAID GOOD DAY!"
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Thursday, October 7, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Ode to a Ceiling Fan...
Oh ceiling fan, high up in the air,
didn't know you were spinning, forgot you were there.
You do me the favor of keeping me cool,
when you wacked at my fingers, I felt like a fool.
When one has a stature, as tall as mine,
you keep me in check when I get out of line.
Raising my arms to put on my top,
you inform in a hurry, your blades will not stop.
So I bid you respect, give you your due,
now I'm off to get Band-Aids for my little boo-boo.
Amen.
didn't know you were spinning, forgot you were there.
You do me the favor of keeping me cool,
when you wacked at my fingers, I felt like a fool.
When one has a stature, as tall as mine,
you keep me in check when I get out of line.
Raising my arms to put on my top,
you inform in a hurry, your blades will not stop.
So I bid you respect, give you your due,
now I'm off to get Band-Aids for my little boo-boo.
Amen.
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