The Lion King on Blue Ray. I'm trying to collect all the Disney movies. And WTF is up with my smile? I look like Heath Ledger as the Joker. (Please disreguard the huge mess in the background. I told you I was all stressed out with 938759085473 things to do before Christmas. You can see cleaning did not top that list.)
The Best of Bruce Springsteen CD. There's that damn glare again. I have no one to blame except the flash on my camera. And I seriously look psychotic in the picture.
My new foam roller to use when my muscles are sore from running. Please take notice of my double chin and what appears to be sideburns. Kyle chooses to be with that?
I am super excited for a bucket of gummy bears. It's been less then a week since I opened them. I may have or may not have eaten them all already. (Emphasis on the may have.)
New makeup from Urban Decay. The only present I actually knew I was getting.
The Sandlot on Blu-Ray. If you have never seen this movie, you need to drop everything your holding (yes, even if it is a small child) and watch this movie. It never gets old.
An awesome crock pot. Like how the box is holding up my head? I was going to fill this bad boy up on Monday night with turkey chili ingredients and let it cook all day, but then my anxiety got the better of me. What if that shit burns the house down? I'm making the chili tomorrow when we're both home so I can prevent any fire from starting.
I know you don't really want to see all the pics of Kyle's gifts (lets be honest, this blog is all about me), but I had to show you these photos:
Do you notice a pattern through all these pictures? Sawyer had to be in every photo. And no, I don't beat my dog. He just looks sad. All the time. Do you like his severe underbite? My vet told me they could break his jaw so it heals correctly. I told him no. Obviously, that would cost a lot. And Sawyer looks so much cuter when his top lip gets stuck on his bottom teeth.
After all that, I still had to buy myself my own present:
I'm going to eat every single one of them tomorrow before my run. Maybe they'll make me super speedy? More than likely, that would just make me vomit. So I probably won't.
I will be back this weekend to post the train wreck (in a good way) that is the present my sister got me. I'll give you a hint. I think she's trying to make me believe that I'm fat.
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