A Few Christmas Pictures

Went shopping with the Min today and purchased-
(1) green tank top for $3.50
(1) Mr. Potato Head calendar with different outfit stickers for each month
(1) book of Sudoku puzzles, which I am now addicted to, though I'm no good at them
(1) copy of Elements of Style, so I can finally learn to punctuate
Then, I went to my CPR training class. 5 hours. 5 hours of breathing into a dummy.

Would you rather question of the day-
"Would you rather have grapes for eyes, but you can still see, or sausages for legs, but you can still walk?"
Think long and hard about that one. It's a no-win situation.

You can mark me down as saying that I would rather have every last piece of my clothing eaten by moths than walk around smelling like moth balls. Also, why is it that only old people smell like moth balls? I've never met any younger people who smell like them, or use them for that matter. Do you develop an absurd fear of having your clothes eaten when you're old?

Who is this masked man? It's Danny.

Here's my Dad's avatar. From this angle, you can't quite see his fiberoptic tree. Also, you seem to have put on some weight since I was home four weeks ago?

Song Lyrics I Have Recently Misheard

Have you heard that 'Photograph' song? The real lyric is
"I think the present owner fixed it up"
I thought it was
"I think the president should fix it up", and I'm thinking 'why would the president come fix up your house?'
Then I got it.

Also, that "Sugar, We're Going Down" song.
I thought it was "Waiting to be the Freak Sheet in your jeans". And I'm like 'what the hell is a freak sheet?' and all I kept thinking about dryer sheets.
Turns out the lyric is
"Waiting to be the friction in your jeans."
Which is still wierd.

I just made some cookies on broil and they turned out awesome, and I was thinking, what if I made an On Broil Cookbook. It could be full of recipes that you make on broil. I'm a marketing genius. There is that whole thing about me not knowing how to cook, but if I made the Min my partner and gave her a cut of the $, I think we could work it out.

It's Cold. Incredibly cold. It took me a very long time to get up, out of bed and out of the house today because it was so cold the thought of leaving and going outside made me want to cry.
Some things-
1. I got tickets for Me, Rob, Alex and Sarah to go see the Colbert Report in January. That will be fun. I'm missing my first class for it. Oh well.
2. My kickboxing teacher is lame. She stands up at the front, and she'll do the move for about 20 seconds, and then she stops and just counts for us while WE'RE doing the exercise. Are you serious, lady? Don't be yelling "Come on girls!" when you're up there doing nothing. Rude.
I'm going to bed now. Where it's warm.

What I Really Need
You may be asking, what does Laura really need? Well. I'm at home, the Christmas tree is all lit up, I'm cooking lasagna on broil, since that's the only temperature that works, and it smells all burnt. I even turned the heat on today. What more could I possibly need? I need a Christmasy movie. And not Charlie Brown, whom I cannot stand.

There is a PLETHORA of new Christmas avatar stuff. A BONANZA, if you will.
(I'm in a snowglobe, in case you can't tell. Also, I seem to be Carmen Sandiego.)

Hooray! Cheap Furniture!

Ikea is opening a store in Michigan next summer... just in time for me moving back and buying all new stuff to replace the crap we currently own.
We got our Christmas tree yesterday for $15 from a gas station parking lot. It's very Charlie Brown..

Rice milk- Not milk. Milk comes from udders. Rice doesn't have udders. Rice milk- Not milk. Rice juice.