When the gauntlet was thrown down by a fellow blog friend, I had no choice but to pick it up and run with it. Is it gauntlets or scissors you aren’t supposed to run with? I always get that mixed up. Eh, whatever, too late. It’s more of a slow amble anyway, since my entire diet has consisted of cookies for the last two weeks, so I really don’t think I’m dangerous with any sharp objects right now. Wait, what was I talking about? Oh, right . . . gauntlets. I suppose you are wondering what on earth I’m rambling about, yes? Either that, or you stopped reading about 6 sentences back, and who can blame you. But, if you are still hanging in there (and really, why? Seriously, there is something wrong you with you. Might wanna work on that in the new year), let me explain . . .
I was reading my friend Darla’s blog post today, and laughing hysterically at her ridiculousness, when I came upon the comments. This is where I then saw another blog friend throw down a challenge . . . on almost every single person’s comments on the post. Accordingly, I imagine that not much work was being done today at Peg’s place of employ, but it sure was fun to read. This was her challenge:
Well, after all that work, by both the brilliant and clearly insane, Darla, as well as the evil genius, Peg, I had no choice but to join in on the fun. Besides, it’s not like I was going to be posting anything otherwise today, so this is just a little extra bonus for all y’all, right? Right? Hello? Oh well, I’m used to talking to myself. I have a husband and two boys.
Ok, before I get too far afield on this tangent . . . again . . . let me present you with my choice as the most fantastical of all photoshopped wonderment that came from Darla’s twisted and wonderful brain. I present to you . . . In Her Eyes:
Swoon! Who could resist that face?
Ok, now that I’ve participated, as instructed . . . it’s your turn. If you haven’t already hit the bubbly (and hey, even if you have), go to Darla’s blog and pick one of her fabulous pictures and feature it on your blog. And . . . go!
Well, now I’m off to have my own fabulous New Year’s fun . . . game night at my sis-in-law’s house and then in bed by 12:30. I really do know how to party! Cheers to you. See you in the new year. Have fun and be safe, everyone!