Everybunny!

Wishing you and your loved ones a wonderful holiday season!

Thanks so much for your continued visits to my blog.

It means so much to me! :)

Much Love,

New experiences. New troubles. New life.

You know, just giving you some updates.

XO,

Okay, so we all need a little help when it comes to Christmas shopping and if that’s you right now, then I hate to break it to you honey but you’re not going to get much help here. Wah wah.

Hoping to get some gift ideas, I did a search for Christmas List and I couldn’t help but gawk and giggle at some of the suggestions I found on this site gifts.com. As I looked through some of the featured gifts, I thought, you’ve got to be kidding me.

So here are some that caught my attention.

I know, I know. You can’t read a darn thing in the picture…. so click on it.

Seriously. You gotta love the morning impaired alarm clock on wheels that “runs away” from you so you can’t hit snooze. Or the retro cell phone hand set. Are you really going to lug that around? Or how about the extension stick to help you take your own photo? Okay, I guess that’s kind of cool… but I think I’d look like an idiot carrying that around. But hey, who knows.

However, I must say, the cup is doable. I’m not so sure about getting his initials on it though.

I ♥ ME.

Yup, much better. :)

Cool. Stupid. Ridiculous. Useless.

You be the judge.

XO,

My wishlist this year isn’t like the rest. I’m too old for a Barbie doll. I’m too cool for a teddy bear. And I’ll die if I get another pair of fuzzy slippers. I’m a big Bunnie now. And these are what big bunnies NEED.

My very own Dyson Vacuum to pick up all the hair I shed. I think I’ve made a break through discovery. There seems to be a negative correlation between age and hair: The more your age increases, less hair you have. Wow, I’m smart.

A magic potion, special serum, secret food to keep my dry hands from ever being dry again. I can touch a maximum of 5 things before my hands crack open and my insides pour out.

A drastic drop in the housing market. A few thousand dollars for a house is good. I can afford that, thanks. OR you could just get me a house. I recommend Soprovich.com.

Laser eye surgery… for both eyes. {in case you were thinking of being cheap.} I’m nearly blind as a bat. Okay maybe not that bad, but without prescription eye wear, you look like a blurry blob to me… unless you’re about two inches away… which isn’t necessarily a bad thing if you’re a cute boy. But then maybe you’re be dirty. Or maybe you have stinky breath. Um, yeah. Laser eye surgery please.

Longer, plusher, fuller eyelashes. The laws of attraction are not in my favor and I have a feeling it’s because I’m aging. I’m thinking….  if you make my peepers a little prettier and a little peepier, I could use them to my advantage to lure little boys and old men. {No in betweens please.} After all, batting your eyelashes works right? And it’s sexy right? And I’d be really seductive…. right??

A happy, perky bum. You may {or may not} find this hard to believe, but the junk I have in the trunk is NOT typical for an Asian girl. Oh sure, I’ve got a bum bum, what a great ass-set. You say that now. But you’ll be laughing at me when I have rashes from my butt dragging on the ground and slapping against my thighs.

A new winter coat… with no holes, no rips, no lint and all the buttons in tact. I think that’s pretty straight forward.

The Snuggie {as seen on TV} because I probably won’t get a new winter coat. {And I probably wouldn’t like it anyways.} How does this serve as a substitute for a coat? You never know. I may just wear it out. New trend. Coming to a runway near you.

An anti-yawning pill. I’m serious. There’s something about sitting in a room and staring at someone talk for an hour in a monotone voice with no facial expression that induces me to yawn. Of course, you can’t open your mouth to let it out, so you clamp it shut. And then it happens. Your nostrils flare. And they flare really big. You look stupid. And then it happens another 15 times.

A {ridiculous} salary increase. Or a really really… really really big bonus. One that will allow me to buy a Dyson vacuum, my first house, and a classic Chanel. And maybe a Birkin bag. And the Marc Jacobs Stam too. And a pair of Chrissy Lous. And a diamond ring.

{Just imagine how much stress (and debt) some lucky guy would be relieved of… Yes I know, really, it’s beneficial for all.}

I’d also like to be able to donate to charity and feed and shelter the less fortunate in my area. Wait no, make that the world. : )

♥ Please and thank you.

XO,

P.S. Did I mention I make the best Pillsbury ready to bake cookies? And I have milk. Skim milk. {Trust me, you’ll thank me later.} Oh and you’re ridiculously good looking.