22 more to go.
This is a breeze. Why don't you all give me something REALLY challenging. This should be a 24 hour BLOW-athon. Now THAT I can really sink my teeth into, er, no pun intended.
At least that I can do in my bed. Hmph.
Top of the hour picture. Me and the hotband suckin' on cherry tomatoes! He told me he is eating them to preserve his sexy. He's such a bunghole. *eyeroll* Total 'tardmuffin. Mmmmmmmm. Hot tomato love in the morning.
Please do not even eyeball my retro 70's kitchen, alright? Okay, it isn't retro. It's just OLD. That would be like calling ME "retro". Nope. Just old. Although, retro (read:OLD) seems to be very much the cutting edge of style right now. So good. It took me 30 years to go from modern to old and back to retro. This house was born in 1972.
A few things?
My husband was born in 74. My house is older than he is.
I was born in 66. I am older than my house.
Neither one of these revelations makes me feel very good.