What's going on?

I grew tired of my background once again, so here we are.

Big News! My bowling game has improved ten fold! I went from bowling 120's and 130's to bowling 160's, 170's, and 180's.

I know, I know, I'm awesome.

I learned about some wacky laws after reading an article called "50 wacky laws in 50 states" or something like that. I only remember the ones that applied to me, but here they are :

In California it is illegal to eat an orange while in a bath tub.

Mom, Dad, younger older sister . . . you've been warned.

In Illinois the law prohibits barefoot dancing and taking a nap on the dance floor.

I hate feet, so this law is okay in my book, and I know my brother will appreciate it too.

In Ohio you must honk your car horn every time you pass another car.

Remember that, beast.

In Michigan a woman may not cut her hair without her husbands permission.

Mom, tell your sisters.

In Nevada it is illegal to kiss a mustached man.

Yes, these are real laws. Now, every time I see a man with a mustache I call the police and report his wife.

I think if I was a man, living in Nevada, and I wanted to break up with a girl (or guy, no judgement) I would tell them about this law, and then grow a mustache.

Hippo Purse

Sometimes you find something and you can't help but say "OH MY GOD". This was one of those times, but it didn't happen to me . . . at least not directly. It happened to my beastly sister.

When it comes to certain people in your life, you sort of have a radar for certain things. For instance, everyone in my family knows what it means to find a rare Rams (St. Louis, but preferably L.A.) item, or a brown cow, or a penguin, or a beast . . . the list goes on. Well, my beastly sister apparently has a radar for hippo items. And boy did she find a great one.

I received this for Easter a while back, and when I opened it, I also exclaimed "Oh My God!"



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I think the word you're thinking of . . . is AWESOME.