Elvin: Sorry, Mrs. Huxtable, I didn’t know you did that kind of thing.
Clair: What kind of thing?
Elvin: Serve.
Clair: Serve? Serve whom?
Elvin: Serve him. [referring to Cliff]
Clair: Ohhh, serve him? As in serve my man?
(via katiepenny)
Elvin: Sorry, Mrs. Huxtable, I didn’t know you did that kind of thing.
Clair: What kind of thing?
Elvin: Serve.
Clair: Serve? Serve whom?
Elvin: Serve him. [referring to Cliff]
Clair: Ohhh, serve him? As in serve my man?
(via katiepenny)
I was going to post this earlier but I realized it was out of focus
and then I realized that’s exactly how I want it
and then I saved it to my drafts on my phone and it’s not there
and then I made another pot of coffee, which really doesn’t have much to do with this post except, debating on whether to make more coffee was another post I saved to my drafts, that also vanished.
~Waffles and snow. Snow and waffles~
Good Day, tumblroos <3
I’m making more coffee. I feel like I’ve been awake forevery.
If that’s the case, I feel like I should have gotten more done. just postal and romantical mysteries that don’t involve me but that I have to solve and well, the squeaky icy fucks.
I am going to put coffee in my body today.
today is the day.
I’m just regular sick now
feel, look, and sound horrible
but I can probably tackle tiny tasks and kick tiny ass.
it’s happening now
so good

You, me, doughnuts, coffee, standing out in a snowstorm.
(Source: gilmoreslovecoffee, via talldarkandquirky)
DON’T WORRY EVERYONE!
~*~
HANDLED!
It’s Good Mustache Thursday. I’ll handle the mustaches, you handle something else, and we might just get the hang of Thursday!
(Source: mazmoney, via talldarkandquirky)