Casey says she’s wearing this to BlogHer.  It’s pretty, but it’s $1800!  Course, it looks like $1800 worth of work, fo shizzle.

I can kind of see that.  It looks sorta mythical.  And what if she pairs it with this?

Poke.  Poke poke.

Thanks Casey!

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I was in a financial coma yesterday after signing away my life to the bank. (We bought a new house!!)

I forgot to post. Please forgive!

And, now. What you’ve all been waiting for. The Mess!

It’s a Chinese Crested puppy dog!

I was actually VERY surprised that a few of you guessed right.

Suppose I have to try a little harder next time.

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I swear to Baby Jesus, it looks like a wad of hair I pulled from my brush this morning.

I hate handling the hair from my brush. There’s something about the texture that makes me gag every time.

The mere thought of handling this dog, or even looking at it daily has my stomach slowly creeping towards my throat.

*gulp*

These dogs are so ugly, they’re cute. I can’t help but like them.

The real Chinese Crested I mean, not the brush hair felt ones.

Some more Chinese Crested stuff for you:

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I FINK DAS TIN FOIL ON YER FEETZ PUPPEH.

(Slap me. I can’t help but LOLSpeak. I know it’s totally dead due to overuse, I just. Can’t. Stop.)

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These naked clay crested models aren’t so much of a Craftastrophe.

That is until *I* paint one.

I have a slight urge to buy them to try.

*phew* It’s passed.

It’s time again to Guess That Mess!

Let me tell you, this one’s a beaut!

What the what!?

Guess away my friends. Tomorrow I shall post the answer along with the source of the image.

Enjoy!

*scritch scritch scritch*

Um ow.

Can of gold spray paint: $6.99

Claw from a sparrow that Kitty dumped at the artist’s feet this morning: Priceless.

Creating a necklace and selling it online to people who know how to use sunscreen properly and clearly won’t be bothered by getting scratched by a dead bird claw sheathed in gold: $430.00.

For everything else, there’s therapy.

Thanks Lori!

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So I wrote an ode to America on The 4th and was then accused that I can dish it out, but not take it. I am here today to show you that I can, in fact take it.

I can take it hard.

We’re like that here in Canada, Eh?

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I believe it’s supposed to be “I Am Canadian”, but when I see it I think, “I Am Canada.”

And Canada? It’s HUGE.

Then I think, “That’s a HUGE b!tch!”

(Thank you for coming along on this tour of Sam’s Train of Thought. Please keep your hands inside the cart at all times.)

We love hockey here in Canada. So much so that we even manage to include it in our very special day:

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So. Hot.

Imagine being a groom, going up your lady’s dress and seeing an ode to your favourite hockey team. Awesome, right?

I know.

And of course – MUST have a grand poobah – to keep it fair.

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That’s just about the fattest horse – ever. Like an apple on toothpicks fat.

And please tell me: what is up with that tail!?

Happy (belated by six days) Canada Day.

You know, to show that we can take it.