Happy National Snark Week.
It’s like Shark Week, except only those sarcastic and a little bit mean get to participate. Being snarky is a talent, but it’s better than people who think they can sing. It’s a week where we celebrate idiots. While on the road, I’ve been struggling with my snark. All the warm fuzzies, butterflies and occasional hugs are making me die inside. I even bought the new Glee tracks. I almost said YOLO (you only live once), bought a knit cap and fake glasses.
Thankfully, Suri sat me down and had a heart to heart about how much being fuzzy is weakness and that if I wasn’t careful some other turtle would pop out a Blue Ivy equivalent and I’d be DUNZO. I refuse to stand for this type of injustice!! You can’t top me.
I’m redecorating. I need to be surrounded by snark all the time. You should be jealous of my new décor. If you’re not you should probably go hug a nice tree. I hear they enjoy that.
Bedroom awesomeness… yes those are monograms and yes the do say BAD ASS.
Now framed in my living room.
This is a good start, snark is important. Please give someone a backhanded compliment from me today.