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An idea from Fluffy

~Go to Google Images.
~Type your answer into the “search” box.
~Pick an image from the first page.
~Copy and paste answer into blog.

My name is....Trish and sadly, nothing on my body resembles anything on her body. Bitch.

My relationship status is.......happily married

My favorite color and really? I must have a pair of these. I would wear them everyday.

My celebrity crush is......Mike Rowe (for the moment)
(my eye candy is still Jonny Lee Miller though - rawr)

My favorite princess is..... Princess Grace

My favorite adult beverage is.....Miller Lite, in a bottle and very cold please

My dream vacation is.....New Zealand

When I grow up, I want to be..... proud but not this hairy

I know the beverage one is way off on the side there but ya'll? I'm about to throw my computer out the window. I have tried to fix it and I've decided that I like the heading over there and the photo over here or wherever the hell they all landed. I'm too tired to care.
Bitchy? Party of one?
ooh ooh over here.


Steph said…
Finally! I kid I kid, that puppy is so adorable!! Its ok if you look like that, I would cuddle you :)
Karrine said…
Ahhh I want to do this it looks like fun - ok if i get through my to do list before 9pm I am doing this google image post.

I wanted to invite you to

Mandy said…
i would just like to let you know that i have those pink converse... and even better.. mine have care bear laces in them. i know your jealous. ;)

oh.. and i agree with steph.. i'd cuddle you if you looked like that too. hahaha

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