Dudes, I’m kind of a big deal today.
First, I am in the running for Vlogger of the Week at Vlog Union, which is the YouTube network I’m in. To vote for me, go here and like my photo, please, pretty please, thank you thank you thank you! (I’m the one making the stupidest face. Super easy to pick out.)
On top of that, I’m also featured on the home page at BlogHer. What? Yep. Told you. I’m super famous.
And just in case I am no longer famous by the time you click that link, here is screenshot proof. That’s my earhole in the top left corner. Boom. Also, next to my ear is a picture of a dog with boobs. Yeah, I don’t know either.
Know why else I am a big deal today? Because I got this in the mail from Cherin!
Lest you wonder why Cherin thinks I need a wine glass with a penis on it, Cherin made this as part of the last Pintester Movement. Check it out!
Thank you so much for sending it to me, Cherin! I will treasure it forever (or until I drink too much wine out of it and break it while still a stumbling, slobbery mess). You totally made my week!
So last week I told you I got to meet up with some Atlanta-area Pintestes while I was there, and then cutie patootie author Dylan James (who was one of the Pintestes who came) reminded me of the waiter asking us which kind of water we’d like, because it was that classy of a joint.
Elizwini • It was so awesome to meet you! And it was pretty cray cray to learn that when ordering a water, people really drink that fancy bottled water. “Um can we just have water from a sink in a glass?” Hehehe
Next time I’m totally springing for the fancy water.
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Sasha • I drank those all summer – poked a hole in the bag and stuck a straw in, like a grownup Capri Sun. Oh, the shame.
Shame? Try awesomeness.
Also, a theory as to why my jalapeno popper thingies didn’t quite work:
Brenna Terranova • I actually do think that it’s because you greased the muffin tins that they stayed flat. The biscuit was thinking about creeping up there and peeking out over the top, and then it’s all like “FUCK! BUTTER!? HOW DO WE GET PAST THIS, MEN???” And they just couldn’t do it. It was like an invisible fence to your biscuit dogs.
I like this theory. Let’s go with it.
If you decided to make the ‘candy corn’ fruit cup and were disappointed in it, here’s a fix for you:
FluffyGirl • I’d suggest you just throw all that shit in a blender, add a little rum, eat a piece of candy corn and call it a win. Adult candy corn fruit cup o’ rum.
Rum fixes everything.
Craftpocalypse • Not sure if that Daily’s glass makes you an alcoholic, or classy as fuck. I’m going with both in your case madam Pintester.
It might make me cheap and lazy as I used it because it was clean and free.
Thank you, once again, for all of your lovely, hilarious comments wherein you say fuck and shit almost as much as I do and I am well-pleased. Kisses and butt pats to you, my little Pintestes.
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