'Tis the season for PLANNERS...
I'm totally procrastinating off peeling more damned eggs to make more of those damned deviled eggs that I have to make every office function. I have been so excited for this time of year; though it does include my birthday, it includes something else which I don't think too many people are as excited about as I am.
It's STATIONERY SEASON.
The other morning, I trooped into my local Walgreens to buy my weeks' worth of Mountain Dew. I blearily trudged through the aisles when lo and behold, they had their BACK-2-SCHOOL section all dolled up, front and center. I immediately veered toward it, my feet arguing with my brain. We have to go to work, Jess was fighting with But one teeny glance at the planners won't hurt!
I veered around the end cap and went to get my Dew, then went around so I wouldn't have to go down the tempting aisle again.
Forget candy stores; you would lose me for DAYS in a Staples or Office Max. Due to my planners running July of one year to August of the next, this is the prime shopping time for awesome planners. I make it sound like I'm looking for a bedazzled God-send, but in truth, I usually end up buying something small-like which would fit in the Pooh cover. No frills, no dazzles, nothing too crayzee going on.
But it's the SEASON, folks.
I reheated some leftovers in an attempt to clean out my fridge, then plopped down on my awesome couch to avoid my damned eggs cooling off. When, behold, there was an awesome commercial. (SO awesome, in fact, I can't seem to find the friggin thing online.) It was advertising the Sharpie pen commercial, where someone was drawing "Our First Kiss" and "Us Dancing, Me Badly!" on sticky notes. At the end of the commercial, a woman walks into a living room and the dude (supposedly the drawing dude) has arranged these some-hundred sticky notes into the words "WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
I would LOSE my SHIT. Seriously. If my lover did that to me, knowing my propensity toward stationery, I would just walk in, blink, and somehow, lose my panties.
I did, however, find an awesome sticky note experiment:
That's all I've got. If I can find that stupid commercial, I will come back and repost it...
... off to peel those damned eggs.
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This is totally unrelated to stationery, but I needed to post this:
Twilight vs. True Blood with Dolls!
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EDIT:
As of midnight, I finally finished these puppies. I sent a picture to Da-ee:
And AGAIN I'm making these damned eggs. Peoples need to stop getting married/pregnant.
His response? "I'm pregnant! Bring me my eggs!"
These are the sloppiest eggs I have ever made. I don't know if it's the Franken-hand or what, but I couldn't peel them for the life of me. So bad that I ended up throwing out about three, having to re-boil them, and then I ended up boiling another six just to fill up the plate. Three went home with Mimosa and those segregated three will be going to MFNJ and her momma. Those are my uglies; I'm surprised they're even holding the filling as messed up as they are. /END EGGFAIL /EDIT
It's STATIONERY SEASON.
The other morning, I trooped into my local Walgreens to buy my weeks' worth of Mountain Dew. I blearily trudged through the aisles when lo and behold, they had their BACK-2-SCHOOL section all dolled up, front and center. I immediately veered toward it, my feet arguing with my brain. We have to go to work, Jess was fighting with But one teeny glance at the planners won't hurt!
I veered around the end cap and went to get my Dew, then went around so I wouldn't have to go down the tempting aisle again.
Forget candy stores; you would lose me for DAYS in a Staples or Office Max. Due to my planners running July of one year to August of the next, this is the prime shopping time for awesome planners. I make it sound like I'm looking for a bedazzled God-send, but in truth, I usually end up buying something small-like which would fit in the Pooh cover. No frills, no dazzles, nothing too crayzee going on.
But it's the SEASON, folks.
I reheated some leftovers in an attempt to clean out my fridge, then plopped down on my awesome couch to avoid my damned eggs cooling off. When, behold, there was an awesome commercial. (SO awesome, in fact, I can't seem to find the friggin thing online.) It was advertising the Sharpie pen commercial, where someone was drawing "Our First Kiss" and "Us Dancing, Me Badly!" on sticky notes. At the end of the commercial, a woman walks into a living room and the dude (supposedly the drawing dude) has arranged these some-hundred sticky notes into the words "WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
I would LOSE my SHIT. Seriously. If my lover did that to me, knowing my propensity toward stationery, I would just walk in, blink, and somehow, lose my panties.
I did, however, find an awesome sticky note experiment:
That's all I've got. If I can find that stupid commercial, I will come back and repost it...
... off to peel those damned eggs.
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This is totally unrelated to stationery, but I needed to post this:
Twilight vs. True Blood with Dolls!
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EDIT:
As of midnight, I finally finished these puppies. I sent a picture to Da-ee:
And AGAIN I'm making these damned eggs. Peoples need to stop getting married/pregnant.
His response? "I'm pregnant! Bring me my eggs!"
These are the sloppiest eggs I have ever made. I don't know if it's the Franken-hand or what, but I couldn't peel them for the life of me. So bad that I ended up throwing out about three, having to re-boil them, and then I ended up boiling another six just to fill up the plate. Three went home with Mimosa and those segregated three will be going to MFNJ and her momma. Those are my uglies; I'm surprised they're even holding the filling as messed up as they are. /END EGGFAIL /EDIT