Oh, hello!
Let's all take a moment to relish in the fact that I am now embarking on my
fourth year of ranting on this little piece of the blogosphere. From small beginnings involving way too much
mayonnaise, a
CAT-astrophe of epic proportions and
treadmills, we've blossomed into
lame pick-up lines,
apartment lock-ins and my
inability to be photographed alone.
Ah, sweet memories.
Moving on to a new year. Here are my 13 goals for 2013:
1. Convince one of my friends to buy a hedgehog. I would buy one myself, but I'm already in charge of
one life, and that's about all I can handle at the moment. Therefore, if you are easily impressionable, please
click here to see pictures of Buckley the hedgehog going shopping for a bed. And now you want a hedgehog, right?
Please. Make my dreams (and yours) come true.
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Want. Need. MUST HAVE. The mini bed and the hedgehog. |
2. Go on the greatest vacation ever to Australia. Eat Pancakes on the Rocks. Swim in the ocean. Avoid being eaten by a shark. Learn to surf. Jump out of a plane. Etc. Etc. Etc.
2a. (Optional but preferable) Find an Australian husband.
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Guess who will be in this exact spot in exactly one month? This girl. |
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Pancakes on the Rocks, get in my belly. If I can't have an Aussie husband, I'll settle for this. |
3. Finish reading The Three Musketeers. Christmas 2011 I decided to be cultural (and cheap) and downloaded this literary classic for free on my Kindle. Since then, I've read 6 percent of the book. Off to a bit of a slow start on my cultural conquest, but 2013 is my year!