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hannahjensen:

kittyjensen:

Making this for thanksgiving appetizer with the fuzzster. Currently we’re discussing the best ways to stretch out our stomachs to facilitate gorging on Thursday. Any ideas?

So far we’ve got pre-gorging and exlax…

holy goodness.

i would add “mid-meal naps” to the “facilitate gorging” list.  i’ll be thinking of you lovelies and you’re pretty little potbellies while i digest my own thanksgiving feast!

this is what has me so confused. 8 tbsp of butter? and you don’t ‘melt’ any of it?

holiday cooking is tough and confusing.

one of my always favorite things. i fondly refer to it as “old man smoke”. a hand-me-down from auntie a couple years ago, it isn’t necessarily the perfume you want to wear on date night, or to an interview, or even to the grocery store. but, it never fails to make me smile and feel all warm and fuzzy inside. i save it for my days off, when it doesn’t really matter so much what i do or who i see. it’s so wonderful i’ve begun to crave my days off just so i can bask around in it’s spicy glory allllll daaaaaay long. if i go too long without a day off, i spray it on my sheets. jake has learned to deal.

*post-posting note: not sure how this photo got so damn big. take it as a reference for how much i love it. right?

i’m a pretty lucky lady. and it feels good to pretend i’m 10 again.

the only thing i really need for christmas is workout clothes. my current gym going wardrobe is downright embarassing. i have 5 tops and they read as follows:

1. run against bush (seriously. he’s gone. i can move on and run against something else.)

2. promotional band t-shirt with a naked girl cartoon on the back. (not appropriate.)

3. promotional empire ice cream shirt. (also not great when working out with a bunch of women decked out head-to-toe in lululemon who are trying everything they can to not think about ice cream.)

4. my 2006 summer volleyball team shirt: “bi$hops$ of crunk”. nothing about this is easy to explain. especially the part where you tell your trainer that the first place prize was free beer for the summer. these people just don’t get it.

5. summer 2007 volleyball tank. the front: “#1 tuna”, the back: “pintes”. (the ‘s’ fell off - it was supposed to be ‘stunna’ - and we forgot the ‘n’ on the back. i told you: the prize was free beer. did you assume i was sober in any of this?)

so….tank tops and t-shirts please. preferably nothing written on them. best we stick to solid colors from here on out.

ya’ll be missing out on this little lady: here’s a couple tidbits from last night. (i’m aware that they’d be funnier if you’d heard them directly from her mouth, but i’m just so entertained and enthralled that i can’t hold back.)

bp: “my favorite gift was guitar hero. but the guitar’s not working, and i never got around to getting it fixed.”                                                                                                  ks: “then it’d just be hero. and hero’s no fun.”

ks: “elephant garlic! you ain’t got that shit in michigan!”

ks: “those are the qualifications of being a bird: 1. can you fly? fuck yeah. 2. are you cool? somewhat. great. you’re a damn bird.”

b. pintens (via catherineirene)

i told catherine i was writing an autobiography. turns out i just might have to follow through on the threat.

not suzy orman, not the finance section of the times, but, instead, my damn lululemon water bottle. what were those ladies thinking?