Even though I neglected to blog about it, PostSecret still posted the Sunday secrets. Here are my faves of this week, plus one from last week:
So clearly this woman is praying for Manolos, naturally. But at first, I thought she was just distracted in church and ended up thinking about shoes rather than God, which, I'm sorry to say, I can relate to all too well.
You have a few choices here: stay and watch the credits in silence and act like you're really interested, stay and watch the credits and talk about your likes and dislikes of the film, stay and watch the credits and make fun of the people's names, or just leave.
I've been giggling for like ten minutes. I think because the mouse is in the emergency position.
p.s. Raise your hand if you thought of Gretchen Wieners.
Wrong. It's Morgan Freeman.
My Secret for the week:
Sometimes I take one of my little fake diamond rings and put it on my engagement finger, just to admire how it looks there.
Then my fear of commitment kicks in and I take it off immediately.
text me.
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for bread and butter. It's like a hug from my mom. And thank you also for this hilarious kid's drawing of said blessing. It looks like butt bread.
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for making celebrity stylist Rachel Zoe, as well as her project, so bananas. I hope you know it's an expression when we talk about "dying"...
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you so much for my Crystal Light crack packs. I mean, I know you turned water into wine, but Crystal Light is really giving you a run for your money on this one...
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for this fall's hit comedy "Glee"! I can't wait for show choir to be cool again! Except I'm not in school anymore. And I thank you for that as well.
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you thank you thank you for Lush Handmade Cosmetics. Wherever did you find forbidden apple nectar, burning bush sap, and angels' farts to make such exquisite handsoaps and bath bombs? It is, pardon the expression, divine.
