You, mere mortals, may look at my kitchen table and see only a mess.
It's okay. Not everyone has "the gift."
Because the message I read in the chips; however, is so important I'm going to share it with you today.
You don't wanna mess with the force of the chip.
Furiously scribbled by Amie Adams at 11:00 PM
Labels: Elections, I'm a dork, Politics, Presidential Politics, vote
9 Deserve Mamma's Love:
I'm confused if I should eat it or frame it. Either way, I'm off to the poll in 9 hours!
omg, I think I also say the Virgin Mary in those taters....
both Bryan and I think this is awesome.
the dyslexic in me only sees "ETOV"
the pig in me sees lunch!
The big day is finally here...
Great post psychic Mamma
I have obeyed the chip!
Ohmigosh, my house, it's not utter and complete chaos and squalor, it's a *message* -- love this. Now I just need an oracle to read my dirty laundry tea leaves.
You are TOO funny!! LOVE LOVE LOVE it!!!
This post gave me anxiety.
Do you see how greasy the table is? Can I come over and scrub it with/for you?
And must we eat potato chips?
Hilarious! Love it.
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