Heed these three warnings

Unless you want a bunch of evil green monsters, or one cranky ass blogger, heed these 3 warnings:

For Gremlins:
Don't ever get him wet. Keep him away from bright light. And the most important thing, the one thing you must never forget: no matter how much he cries, no matter how much he begs . . . never, never feed him after midnight.

Rules for Sassy Pants:
Don't ever feed her shredded coconut (blech!). Make sure she has breakfast within 1.5 hours of waking up (or else she will get nauseous and possibly whiny). And the most important thing, the one thing you must never forget: no matter how much she cries, no matter how much she begs . . . never, never give her caffeine after 4pm (because she will get no sleep and the next day will end up composing cheesy posts on her blog comparing herself to Gremlins while trying desperately not to do a face plant into her keyboard).

Hitting Friendster Guy on the head this morning did not turn him into the snooze button like I planned.

Yaaawwn...
Ow! I think I broke my face.

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Making Eye Babies

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