Snazzalicious

Hi. I like pink.

So I, um, did a redesign. This particular redesign is notable in that I actually did part of the designing. Meaning I went here and learned about horizontal navigation bars and archive templates and other things that gave me numerous headaches. (I am telling you this so that you'll tell me how brilliant I am. Go ahead. I'll wait.) It's also notable in that I am publishing it even though I'm not finished. Because... it's just lame to keep going back to the old design that some internet snob scolded for being "mad aliased." And we can't have that.

Anyway. It's Sunday and I have nothing to say. Nothing. So I will tell you about my weekend.

Saturday Morning: I call my parents. I call my parents, like, EVERY Saturday morning. And every Saturday morning my mom is totally surprised to hear that I am on the phone, her daughter who did not believe in Saturday mornings, let alone spending her Saturday morning cleaning, like my mother, who spent every Saturday morning of her youth cleaning the bathroom, RIGHT MOM?  But without fail, I wake up at 7:30 every Saturday morning. LAME. How OLD does that make me?

Saturday Afternoon: Decide to go on South Beach Diet. Deciding to go on a diet means (of course) buying a ton of food. Go grocery shopping while Phillip studies at Barnes and Noble because we are too poor to buy the 400 pound SQL Server manual.

Saturday Night: Take little sister shopping at Target for various household items, tell Phillip to Make Plans. But the plans fall through and I spend the evening on my couch watching six hours of television with my sister, televisions I have already seen.

Sunday Morning: Seven baptisms this morning people, SEVEN.

Sunday Afternoon: It's me, Typepad and my pajamas. And now I'm going to go frost the cake I made last night because if there's one thing you do before you start a diet, it's load up on as much crap as possible the night before.

See you Monday. Cheers!