Wednesday, July 07, 2010

noun, noun, noun

I kind of want a tattoo.

Don't worry, Mom, because I also want to build cakes and buy a wedding dress.

Damn you, TLC.

Funny story: I just typed "weeding dress." Freud would be so proud.

Dear Mom, if I ever get a wedding dress, I promise to weed in it. The front hill, just for you. (No I won't. But I'll clean the house to avoid the weeding. Just like old times.)

I've been wondering about growing up. When exactly is this supposed to happen?

5 comments:

mildred said...

oh oh oh, where would you put your tattoo? You don't have to say if it is in an "unmentionable" spot.

Anna B said...

right?? when does that happen? also, what would you get for the tatoo? i just recently had this conversation with brooke. if i HAD to get a tatoo, what and where. however, even pre pres. h. i could never have done a tatoo. commitment-phobe. i don't even like to wear a sweater without a shirt on underneath it just in case i want to take the sweater off. and i can't do hats, because once i put one on it has to stay on all day. i can't handle that kind of pressure.

editorgirl said...

shoulder blade. Oh wait, is that unmentionable?

And I would get the title of this post.

Alexis said...

Just wanted to say that I love reading your blog.

The end.

Lekili said...

I don't think tatooing noun, noun, noun would make those words any more emblazened (is that a word) on your soul than they already are.

And I'm not sure that the tatooers would know how to spell noun, noun, noun.

 

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