It's the freakin' weekend, baby. I'm about to have me some pun.

Hey, followers.  All... six of you.  (When should we expect our invitations to all of those cool blogger conferences?!)  

This is Kylie... I feel like I should put that out there.  I imagine some of you are under the impression that Kelly & I are actually the same person.  Rest assured, we are separate people & I'm definitely the funnier of the duo.  

If you're clueless about that title, please refer to this video (40 seconds in) -->

It's probably PG-13, so beware... After all, it is R. Kelly circa 2003; right around that urinating-on-an-underage-girl incident. I'm also not entirely sure of the language/innuendos because I was a flawless, straight-edge teenager when this song first launched........

Anyway, I tweeted "It's the freakin' weekend, baby. I'm about to have me some pun" as I was about to leave work on Saturday.  A random comedian chose to "Favorite" the tweet so I felt famous for a second.  The weekend is clearly over... even mine.  Four glorious days, people.  FOUR DAYS.  I'm already depressed about the short three-day weekend coming up.  Those of you who work five days a week need to reevaluate that decision.

I feel like this is where I reword Jay-Z by shouting, "If you work five days a week, I feel bad for you son.  I got 99 problems but my schedule ain't one." 

....I don't know where that came from.  I was up early today.  Blame it on the narcolepsy. 

So... back to the purpose of thee blog-  here are some things that happened over the weekend -->  

Kelly & I planted flowers in window boxes attached to the front of our house.  Let's keep our fingers crossed that they stay alive for more than a few weeks.  We are 0 for 1 on horticulture after murdering a gorgeous plant at our previous apartment.  We basically water-boarded the poor thing and then left it to dry/die in the desert sun.

We did some thrifting on Monday- I scored some t-shirts from Flying Worm, vintage (I think? I assume. I can't find them online) Nine West wedges from The Imaginarium in Benson, and books from Goodwill on 78th & Dodge

Side note:  While at Goodwill, Kelly found a book titled "The ABCs of Choosing a Good Husband."  Of course, we contemplated the purchase for a few minutes.  While I was trying to gather some advice off the back cover, a middle-aged black man approached me and said, "I don't see a ring on your finger.  How about we spend some time together and I'll read that to you?"  I blushed.... Who knew it could be that easy?  Wedding details soon. <3 

I draw "Mariah" every chance I get.  I think I'm improving. I wouldn't be surprised if she contacts me directly for a hand-drawn family portrait.  Also, Nick Cannon has an abnormally long arm and it's not my fault.

Guys... I love this cabinet.  It's at Imaginarium in Benson and I will give my first-born child to whoever gifts & delivers to me.

realized that Douglas is now a demon, so.... FREE CAT. 

We expanded our coffee cup selection.  

I attempted to reorganize my jewelry-making accessories and then realized I just need to MAKE more jewelry to cut down on hoarded items.

Who knew the plumbing department at Lowe's could have such pretty charms? 

Clearly, these are very simple necklaces and it took no skill but... I think they may now actually be my three favorite pieces.

I almost tried free-handing the letters on this.  I am now 110% certain I was not put on this Earth to make art.  This derives from one of my favorite lines in a favorite song- "This warship is sinking and I still believe in anchors."  

If you're curious about the song, it's called "Wooden Heart" by Listener (video below.)  It is a top-5-forever-favorite & has helped to pull me through some tough times. (Sorry for getting serious for about five seconds.  Just watch, listen, and proceed.)  :)

I picked up this baby at Goodwill last week for $3.  It had a plain, shiny varnish so I sanded that down & chose a bright red.  I accidentally picked up glossy instead of matte, but it worked out just fine!  I glued some fabric into the drawers to spice it up a little.  It's like sexy, lace panties for jewelry storage.

And here she is, with a bunch of crap piled on top.  I hope I never need to retrieve anything from that cedar chest.  I have already forgotten what is stored inside and I'm far too lazy to remove everything in order to open and reveal its contents.  I figured it will just be like Christmas when I move.

Why is it 12:15 am?  Why am I not asleep?  Why is tomorrow Thursday?  

So much confusion.  I'm out for the night.  Maybe this novel of a post will make up for my blog-neglect lately?!