Just, don't call me Allison.

My brother is getting married in a few short weeks (!!) Of course, I have taken it upon myself to do everything creatively for them that I can possibly stand to do, from Save The Dates to this current project.

Here is a sneak peak at the seating charts, which will be on three vintage windows (the paper behind which I am tracing will obviously be removed) and the programs, which are fans (and will feature a crossword puzzle on the back!) Sorry for the shitty cell phone photo quality. iPhone 4 in a month or so!

My idiotic brother is here and everyone keeps noting how cute he is.

There are a multitude of issues at hand:

1. This is my motherfucking house.

2. He is borderline retarded.

3. Yeah. He looks like a wolf. Big whoop. Am I not sexy anymore? (AND DON’T SAY I LOOK LIKE THE FUCKING TACO BELL DOG)

4. He keeps humping me. Like I’m not a boy. Nor his brother. Let alone both. See #2.

Apparently he gets shipped back to the other people tomorrow. Thank Christ.

Weddings! Gardens! A dog on a desk! Blue cupcakes! August was full of Summer fun.

See some more summer shenanigans in the Original Post here.

I am eating the shit out of this weird green thing I found in the backyard. Despite not being allowed “people food”, it is apparently fucking adorable when a little dog eats a little vegetable. Fucking fantastic. How about a petite sirloin, you assholes.