Shallow Sunday and the Snake

Sooo I was all mojo'd up because of this, and I went tra-la-la-ing through my fabric boxes (stored behind my sewing cabinet door) looking for the PERFECT wintery fabric and what should fall into my lap but...

A FREAKING SNAKE SKIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even me, with my ever present camera, cannot capture this for you on film.  I've still got the shakes.

(If I were Oona, I'd have a stash of liquor suitable for curing a snake shake, but since I am not I don't.  ALAS.)

You know what soothes my shaken, battered soul?   Pinterest.  


SPECIFICALLY...yummy eye candy on Pinterest. 

If I had to choose just one to deal with THE SNAKE, I'd go with McQueen. 

If I had to choose one to MARRY RIGHT FREAKING NOW, it'd be Colin Firth.  (But we might have to hire someone to deal with the snake.)

Random interesting Pinterest fact... Cary Grant has the most repins of anyone on my pin board.  Dudes everywhere should start taking notes methinks.

Now I'm off to drink a glass of water and take a deep, calming breath.  Again.

ps...My dear father came to my house to poke around for the snake.  He thinks its gone.  AAAHHHHHHHH. 

good bye.

egad.

There really are no better words for this...


or this...


But if there were words, you know Tom & Lorenzo have our backs.

My favorite quote from their amazingly spot on spout off:

"There's a certain class of Hollywood women who have dieted and surgically altered themselves to the point where they really don't look like people."

and

"Imagine what she sees when she looks in the mirror. Imagine the kind of stress and self-image that causes you to go to the extremes required to look like that."

My thoughts?? There's a reason I never have any (yes, I said ANY) fashion magazines in my house. BWOF is as close as you'll ever find here.

You see, I am the mother of a daughter. The less she is exposed to that crackpipe of reality above, the better.

(A big thanks to my girl Shannon for pointing me to the article today. I'm usually a day late and a dollar short on TLo's blog. )

Worse. WAY Worse.

So I'm chatting to my kids as we walk across the driveway tonight, coming home from a dentist appointment, and look down just in time to avoid THIS...



The fact that it was already dead did nothing to diminish my hysterical screaming. Trust me on this one.

Here's a headshot, because it was so my-worst-nightmare creepy and I gotta vent...



So here's a poll...Spider? Mouse? SNAKE??? Other? What's your biggest screamer?

a.