Friday, June 10, 2011

Give It Away, Give It Away, Give It Away, NOW!!

My husband worked until 3:00 a.m. last night.  Or should I say, "this morning"?


and Jesse has a new scarf about her neck.  It's aqua.  She looks good in aqua colors....
and my barstools are clean and shiny and "yu' cn' set on-nem" now without fearing MRSA....


and Diesel is the cutest Pug in the world....


and I'm listening to Carrie Underpants sing "Jesus taaaa-aaake the WHEEEEEE-EEEEEL!"....


and I'm happy about the sun shine....


and I'm looking forward to Mama Sita's family reunion tomorrow....


and I love my little green pasture....

and I love my man....


and my man and his papa liked my dinner I delivered last night....


and my man gave me a kiss to write about....and I will....


So....


I'm giving away some shtuff.  Classy shtuff.  Shtuff I bought at places like *Gardner Village.  If you haven't been there, go, dress, drive, arrive, and buy.  Hit up the bakery for an eclair for me.


Here's the goods:


 Plates.  Plateage.
I dig 'em. 
You will too.  


They can be yours.  To have.  To hold.  For better.  For worse.  All you need to do is give this photo a caption:
B-Lowe, the birthday boy, the father of my unborn children, will pick the winner.  You make the comment, I'll send the plates.

Contest ends Sunday at midnight, Mountain Time.  One entry per guy or gal, good luck!  I can't wait!!

Love,
Mrs. B-Lowe
*Gardner Village doesn't know who I am and they wouldn't care.  This is not a deliberate plug.  I just got the plates from them.  They would probably think I'm a moron if they knew of my existence anyway.  Over and out.

15 comments:

  1. No swear words. This'll be hard.

    "Are we done yet? I need a nap"

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  2. Hey I did it I actually posted on your blog....Brian should be so proud

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  3. Work, work all week long
    Punchin’ that clock from dusk till dawn.
    Countin’ the days till Friday night
    That’s when all the conditions are right.
    For a good time
    I need a good time.

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  4. emelyn.zohner@imail.orgJune 10, 2011 at 1:23 PM

    Every party has a pooper thats why we invited you....party pooper...party pooper....

    I already have dishes like that...I love them...
    Sanny won!

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  5. When I woke up this morning I thought to myself...it's my birthday and I'm gonna get my ATV dirrrty, eat some fried food and watch movies full of blowin em up and shooten em dead...then the ladies showed up with a cake a decorations and I had to put a shirt on. I hate wearing shirts on my birthday!

    Posted By: Sara Sutton!

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  6. Why do I always get the trick candles on my cake?

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  7. WHY am I STILL having little kid birthday parties in my THIRTIES again?

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  8. "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." - Gone with the Wind

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  9. I'm more than displeased about my thirties.

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  10. Hey mom I'm not a baby anymore!

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  11. I miss my twenties.

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