Don't You Hate It When...

*** UPDATE ***
I AM A FINALIST AND NEED ALL MY PEEPS TO GO VOTE FOR ME. PLEASE!!!
YOU CAN VOTE UNTIL TOMORROW.

go here http://blokthoughtsnmore.blogspot.com/ and vote for binks (look at the poll in the upper right corner)


Don't ask questions, Don't pass go just Go and Vote.

Thanks bunches!

I was so excited to hear that Shelle at Blok Thoughts was hosting her Don't you hate it contest again. I knew it was coming up and didn't prepare, so now I am rushing to get it posted and entered. You could win a totally cool homemade purse. Go check it out and play along. If you're not playing, go cast a vote.

Of course, I would expect that vote to be for me.

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**Warning - This post may be a little PG-13**

Don't you hate it when you are having a party and running around like crazy getting things ready.

Of course, you are running late and your husband has disappeared and is no help at all.

It is 20 minutes until your guests arrive and you jump in the shower to start getting ready.

When you're done, you notice there are no clean towels in the linen closet but notice your husband left you a nice folded towel on the counter.

You grab the towel and whip it around your body, only to realize, that your husband spent the last few hours in the bathroom shaving his entire body (including the nether regions) and he left all the hair remnants folded nicely in the towel.

Now, your entire body is covered with man fur and pubes, you feel like you've been tarred and feathered and then the doorbell rings .

I hate when that happens.

(this post has been courtesy of the further adventures of Leather Clam and her bald Captain)