A swan song for my days of inanimate creatures

Had I not just moved into a new place with my fiancé, one of these swan planters would probably be in my woodland-themed apartment by now. But since I think I reached my max quota of animals during the unpacking this week, I'll just have to love these feathered creatures from afar.

On the up-side, I'm $8 richer.

Screw punchbuggies!

Wait for it.....

Wait for it....

Yessss!

There's nothing more exciting than the acceleration power of a BMW (while not exceeding the speed limit, of course) and seeing my third installment of Hot Rod advertising (the first and second being Rice Krispie Treats and Air Heads) on the way back from the beach.

Signed, sealed, delivered and stored

So this whole 'moving in with my fiance' thing has made me second-guess everything I've kept since the dawn of living alone and having the inalienable right to keep (and collect) whatever the hell I want as a single person.

Call me a sentimentalist (and maybe a pack rat) but before I get rid of possibly the coolest packing envelope I've gotten (long before the whole 'stick multiple stamps to make up the correct postage' thing was hip) I wanted to show it a little love.

From my no-longer in Chicago friend Robyn, to the definitely no-longer in Brooklyn Karen.

Well this eliminates the whole "stork" possibility

Perhaps one of the creepier antique store finds (even for me). I'd love to pick Darwin's or Jesus' brain and see what they would say about this.

Creativity can happen anywhere, anytime

 Even the third leg of a triathlon. As a spectator, of course.

Pooh la la!

My miniature-loving brain went into overdrive this weekend thanks to Dana's amazing Winnie-the-Pooh collection. Seriously, how avant-garde is Grape Pooh!?

Beached whale alert!

This sign deserves a felony in bad kerning

Lemons most certainly become lemonade

Thanks to my new birdy lemon squeezer I got for my birthday. Thank you, Jen–you know my decorating scheme so well!