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Hello, my name is Carolyn and I've had way too much to drink.
My back is feeling much better, thank you. But I think my new blowdryer is giving me a rotator cuff injury because it's SO MUCH FUCKING HEAVIER than my old one. How heavy does a motherfucking hairdryer need to be? I have friends with kids that weigh less than this thing.
Speaking of kids... He is five and a half.
And he is 11 months.
Proving once again that not only I am fucking hot. But so is everyone related to me!
Thus endeth the ego portion of the evening.
And if you're new here, no those are not the fruit of my loins. (I TOLD you I was drunk. You were WARNED.) Rather, they are mes neveux.
Carry on.
Posted by Duff at June 14, 2007
Fruit of your loins. Interesting but slightly scary concept.
;-)
Posted by: claudia at June 15, 2007 10:24 AM
"The fruit of my loins" is such a hilarious phrase.
Posted by: alison at June 15, 2007 10:49 AM
I guess I get all biblical when I've been boozin. :)
Posted by: Duff at June 15, 2007 10:51 AM
You're a very good drunk blogger! I get much too sappy so I have to save as draft for a reedit after a few glasses of vino...
Posted by: Sil at June 15, 2007 11:07 AM
I love that first pic. *Perfect* face!
Posted by: Michelle at June 16, 2007 05:51 AM
I had to get a new iron last week, and the new one is at least twice as heavy! What is that??! LIke it takes twice as much metal and wiring to produce heat now? Cute little guys, bien sur.
Posted by: Mary at June 16, 2007 02:25 PM
Cute kids. I especially love the hair of the older one.
Posted by: sara at June 18, 2007 03:07 PM
I have to sit down to use my blowdryer, because I am lazy and it is fucking heavy. I want to get one of those old-school beauty-parlor bonnet ones so I don't have to use my arms at all.
Posted by: Ashley at June 19, 2007 10:38 AM