Yes, curveball ahead. Which I'm not going to tell you about right now.
Don't worry, I'll get you up to speed when it smacks me in the face.
In the meantime, here is a video of a skill I taught every brother I own.
If you flap your lips like a horse and then squeeze the corners, you too can sound like a weed-whacker.
These two hooligans have not yet mastered the art, but you can. Just remember to keep a steady air-stream going.
Gee whiz, my parents sure do love when I bring my college findings back home for the children!
I think that might have been sarcasm. ^
Valid Excuses Laura Could Make for Not Blogging:
1. Hands have been busy shoveling copious quantities of food into mouth
2. Attractive boyfriend diverts focus (oh, the stories I could tell)
3. Lack of stories about pants ripping
Actual Excuses for Not Blogging:
1. Too lazy
2. Forgot about existence of blog
3. Would rather be pwning noobs at board games
BUT.
I found some pictures of stuff, so here's a blog post!
These are some envelopes I made my mother for Christmas.
I went to her Pinterest page and picked something from her "Craft" board.
Best plan ever.
Tutorial here.
This is my face after I went sledding and decided it would be a good idea to ditch the sled and use my bum.
It was.
Until my boots digging into the snow sprayed my face with freezing water.
Jordan ruining every single Christmas picture.
or maybe
Jordan enhancing every single Christmas picture.
Barbecue. Yum.
Well it's been real, but it's too cold to jog, so I'm defaulting to the need to go pwn some noobs at Plants vs Zombies.
I love you all!
Mini Christmas Tree // Candle that gives my tummy the rumblies // Flowers from my man
YES.
Also enjoyable:
This text message which I accidentally sent a guy who was trying to find out "what's new" in my life (we know what that means):
"I started eating someone...so that's been good."
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Laura: face-palming
Laura: face-palming
I have this super great roommate, Rachel. This is her face. And also a leaf:
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Today when I got home from work, the apartment had this little nugget:
and smelled like Mrs. Field's kitchen. Turns out Rachel was just making a billion types of treats for Family Home Evening tonight.
As she scooped out the last of the peanut-butter oatmeal chocolate-chip cookie dough, she announced she'd be leaving for a bit to take some cookies and treats to the people she works with.
"Wow Rachel," I said. "Best coworker ever award goes to you. That's why they pay you the big bucks."
"Oh, I know," she responded. "I'm rolling in dough!"
"No pun inteded" puns are the best type. Always.
And in other news, I invite you all to go buy yourself some ice cream on my behalf.
If you know what I mean.
Wink, wink.
Called to serve as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints!
Assignment: New York Rochester Mission
Reports: January 30
I'm ridiculously proud of Jordan.
I wouldn't want him anywhere else during the next two years of his life.
Cool call, bro!
Is there anything better than a bay window
and a mug of Paleo Hot Chocolate (almond milk+cocoa powder+honey)
on a snowy day?
I submit that there is.
And that better thing is a BYU snuggie, 3 lit candles, some Grandma wallpaper, a Conference Talk,
a bay window, and 2 mugs of Paleo Hot Chocolate on a snowy day.
Happy Weekend, and Happy Winter!
...and happy disregard for correct use of capitalization, cuz i ain't got none today.
Last Halloween, I went as "Mixed Greens with Dressing on the Side."
Only the bishop at my singles' ward party thought it was funny.
Huh, weird.
(oh hey, Dottie!)
Apparently I have a bad obsession with word-plays, because guess what I went as this year?
"Tacks Collector"
Hahahahahaha! Nice one, Laur!
Saaaaad.
Groans and pity chuckles are appropriate and encouraged.
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