I asked all y'all all all to send me pictures of what you were up to yesterday, and here they are.
Siren sent me the first photo of her happy-go-lucky self, right at midnight Sunday morning. She did not tell me her locale, but she said "Eastern time," which leads me to believe she is somewhere in the East.
And by the way, when I said give me your locale, I meant where geographically. You have no idea how many of you said, "Locale: in my kitchen." Sighhhhh.
I like Siren's hair. I wish I could achieve that disheveled-on-purpose look, but I never can. Too coarse. My hair, I mean.
Mrs. Blue took this at 7:05 a.m. She said she is happily homeless at the moment. Now we gotta look at her blog to see why. In case my cousin Katie reads this, when someone's name is in blue, it means I linked to their blog.
Regular Joann's family at 8:30 in the morning.
And in a direct juxtaposition from the Florida morning, hello Barb's back yard in Michigan.
Hello, Mary C's cute doggies in New York state at 9:42 a.m.
D.Spicable sent me this one from Okinawa, Japan, during roller derby practice at 10 a.m.
Faithful Reader and one of my favorite people TwelveDaysOld snuggled with her cat at 10 a.m. in Oregon.
Lauren took this photo of her daughter at Newark airport, at 10 a.m. Do you think she's gonna throw that peel to see who trips on it? Do you know I actually know someone who tripped on a banana peel?
Tee in Georgia was in church at 10:15. Holy cats, that's a big congregation.
Hello, upside-down muffin. I love you. Anne took this at 10:30 a.m. in Maryland.
Linda took a photo of her cyclamen, then went on my blog yesterday and reported that she did so, which lead Siren to spend the rest of the day wondering what a "cyclamen" was. She thought maybe cyclamen were men who don't commit.
And by the way, if you sent me your picture and then two hours later sent me another email saying, "I forgot to tell you my blog link/time of day/location" I just had too many photos and emails so slog through to go back and find your photo and add the info. I am sorry. I am a cyclawoman.
Kelly watched Lidsville on the West Coast at 10:30 a.m. Lidsville. Hold on to your hat.
At 10:42 a.m., Dawn in Austin, Texas was making cajun bread pudding. Me, too.
Here is a fancy shot of Tampa, Florida, taken by Stephanie at 11:33 a.m.
Jennifer didn't feel well and was trying to convince herself to eat this blueberry toast at noon in Florida. I must be big in Florida. Do any of you know Barry Gibb? Tell him I said hey.
The Zadge's dog Harry dropped his duck in water. I guess he didn't want it to feel like a duck out of water. BAH! Anyway, Zadge, Harry and the duck live in Denver.
LisaPie in Texas enjoys reading the obits on Sunday while she eats tacos. Kills me. So to speak.
At 12:27 p.m. in Texas, Shelley had this healthy snack. If I ate this much fruit my body would turn inside-out from confusion.
The Other Erin has a freakishly large baby in the DC suburbs. Taken at 12:30 p.m.
Chelle put her stuffed animal and her kid down for a nap at 1 p.m. in Colorado.
Amish Annie in Iowa took this picture of her 130-year-old barn at 11:30 in the morning, and I realize we've gone back in time, but I just spent 30 minutes trying to get this picture on here. I have no idea why it caused any trouble. My mother just called to say hi and I was all, eff off. Have I mentioned I never should have started this task?
Anyway, this is the kind of barn Marvin and I would go into and never leave again for 12 hours. LOOK at all the stuff.
Lucy went for a drive to Gramma's at 12:32 p.m. in Phoenix. She belongs to Amy.
In Iowa, Jessica's kids had a 12:45 p.m. dance dance revolution party. As you do. Because it was hammer time. BAH!
Mrs. Thor was procrastinating in New York state at 1:10 p.m. I like those coasters.
Christine's daughter enjoyed the unseasonably warm Georgia afternoon.
Here are Faithful Readers Target Steve and his wife, Beth. They are hilarious, and apparently, Target Steve really works at Target.
If people sent me more than one picture, I only used one, but Faithful Reader and ridiculous commentor Cosmo's dad sent me snow on his deck, which sounds dirty, and I liked that picture, and then of course I could not resist a photo of his dog, Lucy. They are in Maryland.
Faith sent me several laundry photos from Connecticut. Felt bad for her.
Clearly, you can get away with sending me more than one picture if your dogs are involved. Faithful Reader Jill Munroe sent her tired-ass dogs resting on a Texas afternoon. Don't you think the bottom dog, so to speak, looks a little Edsel-y?
Meanwhile, at 2:07 p.m. in Boulder, Colorado, Jazzy gives the sad-dog look in hopes of acquiring snacks from Jala.
Susan took a photo while careening down an Atlanta highway at 3 p.m. June's blog. Where you risk your life for the possibility of an inflatable meatloaf.
Furry Godmother's cute cute earsy doggies at 3 p.m. in Memphis.
Anita was still in her jams at 3:30 p.m. My kind of gal.
My friend Lynn was doing her homework from her "angry chair," as she called it, while also perusing my blog at 3:35 in Colorado.
Summer's family ignoring the still-up Christmas decorations and instead enjoying the nice North Carolina day, at 3:48 p.m.
Mrs. Oh is doing...something in Florida at 4 p.m.
Annie in Florida, where I continue to be big, took this photo at 4:15, because she said children's toys are all she ever looks at. I do not know if this is a result of some sort of disorder or what.
I wish I could begin to tell you how many photos Joann sent me of her own self. I was in the parking lot at Belk, after buying Clinique Clarifying stuff, and I said I'll just check my iPhone for messages. Nine hundred thousand of them were from Joann. She slays me.
Amy dined at the Mongolian Grill at 5 p.m. in Maryland.
Suzanne was biking in Hawaii at 5:04 p.m. Me, too.
Mary's husband grilled chicken in the balmy 27-degree weather at 5:40 p.m.
Carrie had some crap meat in Farmington, Michigan.
Alizabeth enjoyed her bunny at 5:50 in Portland, Oregon. HELLO BUNNY HEAD!!!
Heather's daughter is a lot happier about taking a bath than Tallulah ever is. 6:10 p.m., Fargo, ND.
At 7:41 p.m., Juice's dog wore a sweater and looked vaguely resentful.
Grace made a pot pie for her friend. I had no idea you could MAKE pot pie. Did I ever tell you guys the story of my father and the pot pie? If not, remind me when I am done with this uploading photos HELL, over here.
Shana was screwed at Scrabble in Vancouver, Washington.
Kim's husband was just diagnosed with diabetes, and she took a picture of all the supplies at 9:15 last night, in Ohio.
Pendy showed us her enviable stack of reading material at 9:40 in Georgia.
In Seattle, at 12:25 a.m., Leah learned not to wash her bras all together. We support you, Leah. Get it? Do you? Am I tired now? Have I been downloading pictures since Moses wore short pants?
I got some pictures today, which I DISTINCTLY said not to do, and if you felt like someone was cursing you out just now, THEY WERE.
Linda saw this while hiking in Texas.
Shelley went to Red Rocks in Colorado, and I have been there. I drank beer there. Yay.
And Fawn was being eaten by a shark in Arkansas.
I have been sitting here for FOUR HOURS, so if I screwed up your link or name or something, I am sorry. Anyway, thanks, everyone, for showing us your Sunday!