Around The World In Katie Days: Things I’ve Learned About The Netherlands, 1
I also have two lovely 4×6 pictures of me. In these, you can see the splendor and glory that is Walgreens. Oooh!…
I’m just reblogging this so more people can see how beautiful you are.
We were having trouble getting hotel rooms for the funeral. My cousin looked into it. It’s WurstFest in New Braunfels.
WURSTFEST.
I’m laughing so hard. This is just SO my family. I love it.
Do you have a problem with ‘wurst, Katie?!
I died laughing reading this. In the Daily newsroom. Congrats.
Turns out I am.
They recommended I seek therapy and give up red meat.
No pharmacy can make me ever give up my medium-well filet mignon.
K: THESE PEOPLE ARE WHAT’S WRONG WITH AMERICA.
S: Yes.
K: I blame Michele Bachmann on them.
S: Yes.
K: They probably are direct descendents of her. Who else could be that stupid?
K: THEY ARE LOVE CHILDREN OF MICHELE BACHMANN AND RICK PERRY.
S: Sarah Palin
S: Oh God yes.
K: OF HER TOO.
S: Godmother.
K: Like that’s not even possible but they’re so stupid it became possible.
S: It destroys physics.
S: Go read my blog. You’re featured.
K: OMG REBLOGGING HARD SO HILARIOUS.
K: Sydneyyy more bad storms are coming 🙁
K: Also there is a town in Texas legit called Luke Wilson.
S: I know, baby. No tornadoes. Just wind.
S: Blogging this.
K: Hahaha good.
My dream last night, after waking at 3 AM to hail/rain/wind and somehow managing to sleep again without thinking “OMG TORNADO OMG OMG”, is as follows.
Kate and I are at a hotel. And apparently, we’re in Florida cause we’re goin’ to Disney World. We have my dad’s season passes. Somehow his pass has his name and mine. Along with his picture. We go to Magic Kingdom and time jumps until, oh hey, let’s go to Epcot. While we walk to the bus stop, I notice something. Lookey there. Sydney isn’t wearing shoes. We get to the bus stop and OMG there are my shoes! Except….those are black platform old-lady shoes. Whatevs. I put them on. We take the bus to Epcot and then we’re in a fancy hotel, cause that’s apparently the entrance to Epcot, and the ticket takers like pull us to the side cause we did something bad. I get scared that our tickets won’t work. Except, oh hey, they let us in! Epcot is NOT how I remember it. The signs look weird. None of the rides are right. Kate doesn’t want to ride Mission: Space so we look for the Aerosmith roller coaster (which ISN’T IN EPCOT) and the sidewalk turns into an Anthropologie and then I wake up.
Sweet dreams, indeed.
