Friday, January 9, 2009

WOOHOO Until about 9 years from now, that is.

baby bumblebee is a GIRL bumblebee, as it turns out.
well dang! slap me with a pair of ruby slippers and give me a tutu....or twenty. with barn boots. and millions of hair doodads. and teeny tiny little tights and pixie wings. OH HECK YES.


sadly, she is a taurus, but there is naught I can do about that except hold it back like a prarie-doggin' poo until after May 22. You KNOW I'll be trying. Those damned Tauruses, they're just plain weird and smelly and stubborn and they take too long in the bathroom but then scream in fear when you knock softly on the door to check if it is occupado. NOT THAT I KNOW ANY TAURES LIKE THAT EH MA

also I am pretty sure I am going to have to ship Bumblebee off in 9 years, what with the hellraiser to the degree I am sure will put my entire family to shame that she will be....yeah. It's just better this way :P Oh man, now I am dreading puberty SO HARD. I am imagining me at that age, times about twenty, and I am just going to start calling talk shows NOW about my rebellious teen who smokes and deals illegal Opies and lutefisk and calls her grandmother's dog a whore. Oy gevalt.