Shoothouse Barbie

Welcome to the blogroll, babe 🙂

Anyone who loves former-liberals-who-now-own-guns, go give her a welcome!

Caribbean minus one

Owwww, ow ow ow.  I slept funny and my left elbow is talking to me rather loudly.  And not, “Good morning, dear Lissa!” either.  More like “Stupid bitch!  Don’t you know you’re not supposed to sleep like that?  Fucking ow!  Suffer, little girl, suffer!!”  Order taken 😦

Got all sorts of things to do today, like cleaning up enough so that Fiance’s Uncle can feed the kitty without my utter humiliation, and going shopping for a swimsuit (most recent I have is about four years old), and tanning once more (and this time I’ll use suntan lotion so I don’t burn, but I don’t want to spend my vacation looking lobster-y!) and laundry and tidying and eating and stuff.  And I will, promise.  Once I finish my coffee.  And my elbow starts working again. 

Welcome to the Caribbean! . . . almost.

Okay folkses, so, this is my blog.  I have pretty much no idea what I’m doing.  As a consumer, I’m decently well-versed, if not expert; as a producer, god knows.  I’m starting this with the short-term goal of allowing friends and families to follow my first ever cruise, to the Caribbean (am I spelling that wrong every time?  Eh.  Not dealing with it.); later, there will likely be pictures, and stories, and cat exploitation, and laughs.  Please, do me the courtesy of at least PRETENDING that you’re laughing WITH me and not at me. 
Hey look a spell-checker! 

Testing!!!

Testing testing, one two three!!