Thursday, February 23, 2012

Wolves are taking over.

Hello all!

So, it's the second day of our little happiness challenge! How are you all holding up?

Surprisingly, I have not missed Facebook a bit.  "Sweets" on the other hand, have been more of a challenge, mainly because I had a hard time figuring out what is truly defined as a "sweet."  I kept pulling things out from the fridge and asking my mom, "Does orange juice count?  What about yogurt? Can I eat granola bars?"  I finally decided that I'm not trying to cut ALL sugar from my diet, just desserts.  So, if I look at the item and decide "Yes I would eat that for dessert," then I don't eat it.  Everything else is just fine to eat.

On another note, looky here!

It's a wolf shirt. And not just any wolf shirt. It's my wolf shirt.

When I wanted to buy it, my mom and I had a bit of a disagreement.

Me: "Hey mom, do you mind if I use your credit card on Amazon to buy something?"

Mom: "What is it?"

Me: "An awesome wolf shirt."

Mom: *looks* You have got to be kidding me.

Me: What! No, I'm serious! Look, read the reviews.

Mom: *reads* 

Real customer reviews by real customers:

"It is almost blasphemic to use mortal words to describe this garment. A product that carries within it the power of not one, but three times the wolf intensity. I purchased this shirt (legally must be called so, although it more closely resembles armor) after months of debating how to survive taking tank rounds to the chest. Once equipped with this modern day chain-mail, I slammed a Rockstar and was well on my way to becoming more creature than man. I bolted out the door leaving a trail of fire and wolf fibers behind me as I was ready to take on any challenge the world threw my way." 

"Since adorning this garment a fateful two days ago my life has undergone a remarkable metamorphosis. I have grown by three foot, attained a heightened sense of smell, sprouted a silvery mane, accurately charted the position stars, navigated long distances underwater, experienced emotions far greater than what I had wrongly assumed to be happiness, learnt to read, eaten a cat, and successfully eluded its owner. Basically I cannot recommend this thing enough."

(I'm not kidding. These are real reviews. Like, no joke. Go look for yourself)

Mom:  You realize that they are being sarcastic... because that shirt is awful, right?

Me:  Mom! 

Mom: I am not letting you buy that on my account. 

Me: Mo-om!

Mom: Go ask your dad for  his credit card.

Me: Mo-o-om!

Then I went and showed my dad and he seemed much more enthusiastic, although his only concern was, "what's on the back?"

Mooore wolves, father.  Many more wolves.

ANYWAY, I'm procrastinating (or rather, warming up) for an essay that I have to write about Irish history.  It's been a while since I've written an essay like this so I thought I'd get my creative juices flowing by writing on my blog.  Unfortunately, I don't think wolves will be a very good choice of topic...

Wish me luck! 


  1. YES!!! This shirt is from The Mountain, isn't it?? I love them. I really really want to buy one of their dog face shirts. Check them out! (sorry for the long url..)

    1. OH MY GOSH I can't believe those shirts. I am in love with them. Also, my mom cracked up when I showed her, I think she likes that shirt a lot more than mine...

  2. Oh man, I can't believe this blog. I can't breathe I'm laughing so hard. Well, with badass reviews like that then the shirt is a must have. Let us know how your "metamorphosis" goes. Remember.. with great power comes great responsibility.

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  4. Hi there. I'm your newest follower. I love your drawings and stories. I would have so much trouble with the sweets thing. I am an ice-creamaholic, but I never eat ice cream for dessert. I eat it for a snack or for breakfast or lunch or sometimes even dinner, but never dessert. And that wolf shirt is so epic. How would your mom ever think those reviewers were being sarcastic?! Although I hope the shirt hasn't made you eat any cats. Can you imagine the hairballs? No thank you.


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