Do you read my comments? Because I honestly think I have the funniest commenters. They are like the Hamburger Helpers of this blog. They add spice and zest and also Coast.
Once my friend was getting married, and she did that thing where she got a bunch of wedding cakes to taste before she made her final order. Now, see, for me? I just like that white wedding cake. But not my friend Paula. I happened to be there when she brought home 98 teeny pieces of cake, and one of them was lavender cake. I was curious about that one, and just as I swallowed it, her fiance said, "Doesn't that one taste just like Zest?"
And I almost choked to death. Because it totally did.
Does anyone use Zest anymore? You're not fully clean until you're ZESTfully clean.
I know you are stunned that I appear to have veered off topic. Which was my comments. They are the funny.
So, yesterday I blogged about how Marvin was a morning person and I am not. So, first Faithful Reader Kelly said SHE was a morning person, so she was on Team Marvin. Then I got delighted at the idea of people being on Team June or Team Marvin, and decided I should make t-shirts, but then Faithful Reader Furry Godmother said SHE wanted to be on Team Tallulah.
And if you already read all the comments yesterday you are SO OVER my recap.
Finally, Faithful Reader Accidental Housewife actually took time out of her accidental day and went on Cafe Press and made t-shirts for our various team members.
Wow. There was a lot of linking that just went on. I am Link Martindale.
See? I thought of a new one.
So, whose team are you on? I guess you don't have to base it on morning person/night person, seeing as our pets are whenever-we're-up people. I guess you can just base it on your whims.
Are you on Team Marvin? Who appears to be wearing the shirt from when my uncle ran for sheriff TEN YEARS AGO? Are you on the 10-year-old t-shirt team? Really?
Or are you on sad Tallulah's team? What's up with Lu? Why so Sylvia Plath? Wow.
How about Team Henry? You should know he spends 47 hours a day suckling the fringe on that pillow. Is that really who you want leading your team? A FRINGE suckler?
Or are you on the team that really matters? The team of large hair, schoolmarm arms and a Panama Canal forehead wrinkle? Because if you ask me, Team June is where it's at. It's where the participles dangle.
And yes, I realize we have two more pets. Does anyone want to be on Team Winston
or, God forbid, Team Francis?
Francis getting up to cut you, you not on my team.
