OMFG! BritBrit and Kev are like preggers, Y'all!

Sorry for the posting drought- I have been too busy to blog. So sad. Today I want to congratulate Britney Spears and Mr. Britney on their baby news. The Fark photoshop contest was “Photoshop a baby shower present for Brit and Kevin.” So…what better white trash gift than a customized Precious Moments figurine? This one is specialized with Marlboros, Cheetos, Red Bull, and, of course, no Kev to be found (I read on a celeb gossip blog that he’s been out in Vegas with some stripper. Links on websites are dangerous, because I just follow them forever…).

In a related story, I abhor Precious Moments stuff. If I could send a rocketship to the sun, it would include all PM stuff ever made. It would also include Thomas Kincaid (How can he claim to be the “Painter of Light”?! How elitist is that?), Vehix commercials, and Ford Festivas, aka “Those tiny-ass cars that always take the good spots at work but the cars are so small that the spots look empty and get your hopes up only to find a damned Festiva there.”
And Hot Topic, of course. Can’t forget to put them on the rocketship to the sun, which would be an ironic ending for a store committed to the stygian blackness of an angst-ridden soul.

I would also send tax day. Urgh. There’s a long story for a bottle of wine (whine?).

Currently Listening to: Closer to Fine, by Indigo Girls (the anti-Britneys)
Quote OTD: From Thomas Kincaid himself:
"I am the nation's most collected living artist." Read this article to learn more about his vomit-inducing auto-fellating marketing ventures.

 

PS- I am not as bitchy as this post makes me sound…it’s just been a really busy, tiring week. I’ll write about puppies and kitties next time, I swear. Oh, wait…I already did that in my last post (poor kitty).

Comments

[the old gray mare]

I wholeheartedly agree with your entire post! I too despise those Precious Moments figurines, and all manner of cutesy "art". Like childrens faces with oversized eyes and stuff like that. Now, I am rather enamoured of the greeting cards out now with stretchy animals with oversized eyes...but they aren't meant to be cute, they're meant to be grotesque. And I'll take grotesque art over cute art any day.

As far as tax day goes....double ugh! Or in my case, seven times the ugh. However, that being said, remember this....That nothing is bigger than God, even the tax bill. Keep the faith. He will provide! I believe that with my whole heart. It's how I've managed to get through the past few years with relatively little worry, and what little I've had has been of my own making, not His.

[Cecily]

Oh man - you managed to work in the Cheetos and Red Bull. You SO rock, Leila. And just look at little Kevney and Britven! Ain't they precious?