The Air(brush)ing Of Grievances
According to my calendar, minions, this is the week we're supposed to write our letters to Santa. Which makes sense if you think about it; Santa needs time to find or make our stuff (screen-accurate Stay Puft costumes don't just grow on trees), and then our postal system needs time to sort, manhandle, smash, and ultimately lose our letters 'til next Spring.
So yeah, the deadline's looming, and I'm pretty sure I know what most wreckerators will be asking Santa for. Feel free to sing along!
Ahem hem hem.
Santa baby,
Slip an airbrush under the tree
For me
So I can give it a whirl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight!
Santa baby, one that does some polka dots, too
No clue
How to use this thing, dear
Santa baby, so hurry up and bring one tonight!
Think of all the blank spots I missed
(So boring!)
I hear the secret is in the wrist:
(YAAAS)
Next year I could wreck them all
If you'll check off my Christmas list!
Woo!
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing
This stings
But no one gets my true art!
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry up and let me me wreck right
Thanks to Rose, Shannon K., Rhiannon M., Jocklyn W., Anna D., Kara R., Laura M., & Lori M. for knowing a real turkey when she sees one.
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And for those of you who haven't already activated full Christmas mode, check out this sweet Autumn skirt!
DressStore A-Line Skirt With Pockets
It's covered in pumpkins and owls and flying mushrooms - and it has pockets. 'NUFF SAID.
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And from my other blog, Epbot:
