mrsfinch has a bad Etsy habit. I mean, a baaaaad Etsy habit. It’s so cheap! And easy! I don’t even need to leave my seat! “But mrsfinch,” I hear you say, “how can you have a bad Etsy habit when we already know that Casa Finch is crammed to the rafters with stuff?” Well, my doves, this is because mrsfinch has a…
Not just for the menopausal!
And I will do it as soon as I can find a dinosaur costume with an adequate field of vision.
mrsfinch is STILL laughing, even though it makes her cough.
From CTV Toronto:
And we’re feeling it.
I am, however, slightly concerned by the following sentence:
To the point where a subway was delayed in order for Animal Services to come and grab the little guy rather than running him over.
... at former Toronto Maple Leaf Phil Kessel’s lame-ass performance in this plug for the Pittsburgh Penguins’ Star Wars promotion night.
As Stompin’ Tom Connors said, it’s the best game you can name.
Every now and then I click on something I think is new and it’s a way old post from way back ... the last two having been authored by terrible human being Hugo Schwyzer, today’s being
Bertolt’s on the other side of the world, so without even asking I’m just throwing up a quick BlaurghPost for all y’all, as I’m pretty sure there’s some blaurgh out there that needs to be blaurghed out.
A serious note for a change, my kind and patient readers. mrsfinch has very strong feelings about pinkwashing, and is always pathetically glad to find she is not the only one.