Friday, May 29, 2009

Popcorn and tears...

I took Anna to see the Hannah Montana movie last night. I know. Don't even get me started. But here's something even more alarming: not only did I eat seven pounds of popcorn, I also got teary-eyed not once, but twice, while Miss Miley was singing. This can only mean one thing...

Dear Period,
If you could go ahead and start please, that would be awesome.
Love,
Princess fat-ass-weepy-pants




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Thursday, May 28, 2009

Grow up. Please and thank you.

Again with the personal tidbit, cuz it's my life, and my blog, and I'll write what I want to...This girl's link I'm about to post? Fully unloads on the immature and inconsiderate, and how can you not heart her for that? As funny as she is, it's actually really helpful for those people who need to grow up (read: don't know about minding their body space, writing thank-you notes, universal quiet hours, or that being Barbie dumb is not charming).

Now, if you're on my blog, clearly YOU don't need this information because you've already grown up, or you're getting close enough, and I'm pretty sure you're awesome. BUT, (finger stabbed into air for emphasis), you can read it and brag relentlessly about your perfect score, (which is what I'm doing), and/or, send it to that few (or scads of) people you know who do in fact need this information, and should employ it sooner than immediately. Just sayin...
http://tomatonation.com/?p=838&cpage=2#comment-34135

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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Barbie's dogs pee?

Here's a personal tidbit...I bought Anna a new Barbie at Target-she comes with a small collection of dogs. Fabulous, no? After we got home, I realized this: Barbie fills them with water, they pee on their puppy papers, and she cleans it up. Really, Mattel? What other depressing scenarios might we look forward to? Umemployment Barbie? Maybe Hospice Barbie?...Barbie=Malibu dream house, awesome wardrobe, ignoring stop signs in her convertible. The end.