the nomness

This is our first post. What sucks is that I am probably meant to write something terribly meaningful and profound here. Unfortunately I cannot, as I’m recovering from last night and have spent half the day looking at other blogs. Not the most productive use of my time, but man-oh-man are there some yummy boystuffs out there. And nothing goes better with the hangover (STILL drunk?!) chinese food moments than yummy boystuffs. Take it from me, kids. I’m a pro.

So here’s the story of our blog. If we get many many many readers, that’s brilliant. If not, quite honestly, it’s just a relief to have a place for Laymee and I to dump our collective stalking/swooning/daydreaming.

My dear friend Laymee moved. Ladies, I went through very nearly a BREAKUP. I mean, 12 yr old, my best friend is gone and I’m lost at sea style. Where she would be in my actual presence while I show her web image after web image after web image of inappropriate tasty man-ness, I had to inundate her inbox with them. (Don’t think that the pun on that was lost on me. Believe me, it wasn’t) And she returned the favour. We also discovered we’re probably much better at writing out our thoughts at one another than speaking them outloud. Add that to the fact that there is a very consistent running theme to most of said thoughts, and voila. A blog is born.

In this blog there will be pictures. Probably a lot of them. There will also be cursing. I’m sorry, it’s going to happen. The word fuck is an adverb as far as I’m concerned. Laymee is much better at the “keep it clean” than I am. Blame my upbringing. There will also be NO END of nomness between the ages of 23 (currently our youngest) and 63. That is 40 YEARS of “yessir, may I please have another”. DAMN. Things could get messy. So if this offends, my suggestion is STOP READING NOW. If not, then by all means, carry on.

Hair of the dog comes best in a wine glass with strawberries. Incidentally I find this also the best way to read this blog.