If Only Life Were Like The Interwebs…

So the other day I posted “Date Night”.   Pure drivel really, but having the distinct advantage of showcasing multiple pictures of Daniel Craig in various states of dress, undress and dustiness (I am not one hundred percent sure why this man gets hotter as he gets dustier, but there you go).

A few hours later, I happened to meander over to The Slapdash Sewist.  She has a substantial blog list, if you never noticed.  And when I glanced over to it?  My eye beheld this thing of beauty:

Um.  Doesn’t that totally look like I went on Date Night with Daniel Craig?

That is awesome.

I have resolved to henceforth live my life only as it might look if viewed through blog caps on the internet.  Next week?  I make a gourmet dinner for 17 for under $3.50.

Date Night

Last month?  X-men First Class.

This month?  The Hangover.

Next month? Cowboys and Aliens!

 

The Husband said in a huff, "You only want to see that because it has Daniel Craig in it."

 

 

To which I wittily replied, "Well, DUH."

 

 

But in fact: Cowboys! Aliens! Harrison-Freakin'-Ford!

What’s not to like?

 

 

And of course Daniel Craig.

Eeni Meeni Chilli Beeni… The Spirits Are About To Speak.

 

Well, I finally found a use for that one giant button I had leftover. 

Probably this seems like no big deal to the casual observer.  But it was really bugging me having it sitting in my button box all lonely and pathetic looking.  Every time I came across it, it fairly cried out for someone to take pity on it and put it on something.  Like it had it’s own spirit or personality or something.  “Heeeeeelp me…. I neeeeed to beeee on a shiiiiiirt……”  I felt distinctly guilty every time I picked it up and put it back in the box.

Apparently TLo had a similar psychic attachment to it.  Yesterday the very first thing she said to my dad when she saw him was, “Look Granddad!  Mama put this big button on my shirt.  Look!  A big button!” 

Ok, then.

Perhaps the Great Button Spirit will rest in peace now.