deserving of its own post.

it's a well known fact that my mom is the best non-author author of my blog. having not been given the official rights to speak on behalf of "practically perfect in ever way", my mom has penned her name to my blog a few times during very key moments.

of course there's the girl babies post... and horton hatches the egg. all very important life lessons.

but, hidden inside the comment box of a rather unrelated post is this following comment that trumps all previous rebecca statements and life lessons.

having good wrapping paper is the foundation of all life's karmic happenings, it's insurance against all your little cosmic quirks. it effects all relevant incidents along the path. in fact, it's not the iron rod, it's the paper roll...

if you don't have good wrapping paper in your closet, you will have misfortune, car accidents {are you paying attention, aubs?} you will have white knuckle driving experiences, you will suffer needlessly from snow phobia. you will be driven to buy too many cardigans, you will pay too much for mascara...

go out and find good paper and next thing you know you are engaged to a strong handsome rich ambulatory man with the use of all his limbs.

{if you know me well, you know why that is so freaking hilarious}

if you're a reader of the blog... but not a reader of the comments, you're missing something quite valuable. i suggest you expand the exploration of my blog... not for my benefit. for your own.

i'm just sayin'.

p.s. if i buy good paper, will my man appear? perhaps, perhaps... let's wait and see.