Tag Archives: boys I’m going to marry when I grow up

Please Help Make My Cat’s Dream a Reality!


My cat has a dream. And it’s a simple one. He’s always wanted to roll around in $1000 cash. I know. I think it’s a weird dream for a cat, too. I totally would’ve thought birds. Or some kind of smelly fish. But that’s what he said. And, as you can see, he’s been practicing.

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He’s only worth $40 in this shot.

Want to help make his dream come true? All you have to do is CLICK THE IMAGE BELOW. Then, when the link opens,  READ it and … by all means … LIKE it. Even if you hate it.

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Oh, and there’s one more thing. Please SHARE the book. HOWEVER and WHEREVER you can. Here are a few suggestions:

  • Facebook, Twitter & Pinterest
  • Public bathroom stalls
  • Handheld signs at traffic intersections
  • Small, tasteful tattoos
  • Church bulletins
  • Graffiti on interstate overpasses
  • Commandeering the department store intercom while no one is watching to make an announcement
  • Tiny sandwich boards fashioned to your pets or children
  • Skywriting
  • Shoe polish messages on your car windows (and all others in the office parking lot)

Too much? Fine. Then, just do the first one. Remember, this is Milo we’re talking about. Is there anything you wouldn’t do for him?

P.S. I’ll further sweeten the pot. Using the comments below, you are invited to submit questions you want me to answer if I win.  Duh, all submissions must be PG-13 or below.  In the event of my victory, I will pick one at random and answer it.

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Have We Done the Celebrity Crush Thing to Death? Nope. Not Yet.


I wrote a post a while back entitled Let’s Embarrass Me: Topic: Celebrity Crushes. Remember that one? Whatever. Just say yes.

Well … first … my friend, Mel, and I used it as the inspiration for our most recent KetchupWithUs writing prompt. But that wasn’t enough. So … now … I’ve turned it into another Brite book. It’s like I have a scrapbook with indisputable evidence of the nerdiness of my tween years, my teen years and, well, now. (Sigh.) So, without taking up any more of your time, I present my latest Brite.

CLICK THE IMAGE BELOW TO VIEW IT. And be sure to MAKE FUN OF ME IN THE COMMENTS. You guys have been awfully quiet lately. And that makes me paranoid. Like hiding-in-my-closet-eating-cereal-out-of-the-box-as-I-plan-my-next-move paranoid.

  • YOU: Oh, my God. Shut UP, Michele!
  • ME: OKAY! I was just … Sorry. The clickable image is directly … below … these … words. AAAAAND GO!!!

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