Picasa, Head on a Stick, and that creepy Tickle Me Elmo

When I stumbled on Picasa by Google a few weeks ago, I thought I was one step ahead of the game in terms of photo collages. Turns out, this program has been out since 2006. I’m soooo up to date on technology. But in 2006 I was doing important things, like finishing my bachelor’s degree and only attending graduation via my besties’ hilarious creativity:

BOW WOW chicka wow wow…doggie style

Lately, Walter has been obsessed with being ensconced in pillows. He doesn’t just want to be surrounded by pillows he wants to be all UP in the pillows – like, one with the pillows, man. But he’s old, so can you blame him? Pillows are God’s gift to your entire well being. That is why body pillows were invented. I mean, who doesn’t need an adult-sized boppy?

It’s just a little medical marijuana

Just another day for Walter, posing for the cover of High Times. You know it’s true. Check out the crumbs on the couch below his mouth. He had the munchies for Chicken in a Biskit! God those crackers are delicious. Walter and I agree that we could knock back a box in under 2 minutes.

Walter Slash Slash

Is it just me, or does Walter bear an uncanny resemblance to the former lead guitarist of Guns N’ Roses?

Where's my Jack Daniels?

You be the judge. I don’t think much squinting is needed:

She needs safety scissors

Since childhood, I’ve had a random obsession with cutting hair. Most kids hit this stage, take off a chunk of bangs, and that’s it. Not me. There have been dolls, Barbies, My Little Ponies, siblings, and friends who have suffered from my weird habit. Hell, even shrubs have found their well-meaning way in my unskilled line of fire. And after today, I can add pets to the list. Yes, I feel ashamed. Admitting the problem is the first step. Hi, my name is Holly and I’m a compulsive, unprofessional hair-cutter.