Elf ears?

I'm sitting here this morning trying to enjoy the beginning of what can be an ultimately delicious cup of coffee all flavored up with my extra creamy vanilla creamer and what comes on the TV but the most ridiculous story I have heard well since oh................................... yesterday.   Hang on... I gotta go get another cup of coffee.

BRB.............

Ok, now, I can continue.

Where was I?..................hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....

OH YEA!  Elf Ears.  Apparently, there is a new fad going around among the ummm... completely ignorant, lazy ass, stupid, kids of America now.  It's ELF EARS! 

 Ok, this picture doesn't really give you the CORRECT understanding of the situation.

I can't decide which is more fascinatingly stupid the fact that people would actually modify their bodies to this degree or that there are other people making MONEY as what is called a body modification artist.  To make money mutilating another human is somehow deliciously, darkly intriguing.  I mean can you imagine going to work in a pissy ass mood because oh, the kids were a little above their normal shitty teenage attitudes, or the hubs just sucked in the house one too many times with his snoring, or hell even the alarm clock just simply went off again?  The loveliness of mutilating someone should somehow release those types of inner aggressions right?

Ok, before you think I'm too dark let me post a few pics for you to get the gist of this new fad.

So, tell me: What's your take on this newest fad?

Freedom...

I am sitting here anxiously watching the minutes tick by on the clock (ok that doesn't really happen because all the clocks in my house are digital so in reality the minutes don't tick by because there is no second hand.  Does that mean I am showing my age? ~~SHRUG~~).  I am wondering what I am going to do for the next 2 weeks while the husband is in Salt Lake City.  12 days to be exact.  12 long days of either pining away or 12 short days of doing ANYTHING I want without explanation.

Things like eating cereal for dinner, eating cupcakes for breakfast (yes I have this one planned!  I found the most delicious looking gluten free vanilla cupcakes at Whole Paychecks today.) or maybe even sleeping all day until 20 minutes before having to pick up little people from school.  Better yet!  I can watch hour after hour of ANY reality TV show I want!~

I believe the 12 short days of doing anything I want will be my choice.  It's not that Charles is demanding or anything but I do have this feeling of guilt that washes over me at times when he comes in the door from work and he goes to cook dinner.  So, this past week I have cooked dinner almost every night and I know he was wondering what major event was happening while shoving platefuls of food down his throat.

Now, I am free.  Free to lay around, write, read, sleep or whatever I choose.  So, if you call and I don't answer no worries.  I am really here, alive, but more in a hibernation state of existence.  If you come by I hope you know the "secret" manner in which to get into the house when it's locked because I have to admit that I will not be dragging my lazy rear off the couch to unlock the door.

I am not asking nor expecting anyone to like, agree or do anything about this planned state of disgustingly delicious exit from the outer world.  I am merely reveling in the fact of the beauty of it all!

And right about the time that I realize I have gained my lost lbs back and I have watched reality TV until my eyeballs are popping out I will put everything back in order around the house and happily pick up my hubby from the airport!