Will Ferrel’s nugget-pouch

A couple weeks ago this happened:

Because I love The Bloggess so, and because I had an extra $10, this happened:

And then she requested this:

So (after much, much googling) here you go:

dancing bulge
dancing bulge

Actually, let’s have a few more. Just because.

Classic 80s bulge

standing bulge
standing bulge

swimming bulge

swimming bulge
swimming bulge

classy, skating bulge

classy bulge
super classy

I do so love Will Ferrel. He makes me laugh, constantly.

 

The day after the tweets, she posted this (Strange and beautiful), and it absolutely changed my perception of a member of my own family who struggles with mental illness. It made me love all of the bits of herself that she shares that much more.

You aren’t alone.  You are wanted.  You are good.  And you will get through this.  I promise.  And when you doubt your worth, imagine your younger sister or your best friend or your child having these same doubts and realize that that same sense of angry disbelief that the world would ever be better without them is the exact same disbelief that your friends and family would feel if they lost you.  You are as special and irreplaceable as the people you love most.  Your differentness makes you unique.  I makes you who you are. It makes you part of our tribe.  It makes you flat on your back one day, and it makes you dress like a circus performer the next.  It makes you grab hold of life when it comes back around.  It makes you crazy.  But that’s not always bad.

 — The Bloggess

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