Earlier this week, I got a blood blister. From a fanny pack.
That is all.
(And no, it wasn't even a stylish fanny pack. It was just a boring gray one that I borrowed from Andrew to keep Luke's treats in on our adventures.)
My name is Amanda... but you can call me Mermanda if you want to. I nest in Pittsburgh with my merman Andrew and Luke, our rescued retired racing greyhound. I'm a full-time publicist and part-time freelance writer (hire me!) with a serious addiction to sushi, live music, ginger snaps, and blawgs, of course.
What else do you need to know? I'm a surprisingly excellent thumb wrestler and I make the best grilled cheese sandwiches around. Yep, that should cover it.
5 comments:
Oh Amanda... that IS a new low!!
whoa whoa, wait ... borrowed from Andrew? as in Andrew owns a fanny pack? AND YOU STILL SAID YES?! that's love, my friend.
aaaaaaahahah!!! this made my night, i loves it!! :D
I know fanny packs are wrong, but they're sooooo convenient... if only someone would make an invisible one...
I'm not a fan of blood blisters...or fanny packs. :)
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