WTF Wednesday || Does Your Banana Need a Cover?

So I'm a few days late and more than a dollar short (keep the short jokes coming) but I just had to share this idiotic thing with you. Now I lerve me some Groupons. And Living Socials. And all those other websites that offer beaucoup deals (Side note: Did you know beaucoup was spelled like that? Yea me neither. Not until Google told me it was. The more you know...). Anyway, this deal is just obnoxiously hilarious and totally out of control. I introduce to you...Banana Bunkers.

For just $8.99 you can get a cover. FOR YOUR BANANA!

I can only imagine what the infomercial for this product would be.

"Are you tired of your banana getting banged around in your purse?" *shot of a lady pulling a smashed banana out of an over sized and overstuffed satchel* What about your banana turned brown from all of the abuse that it takes? *Poor banana getting thrown against a wall by a baby* Well not anymore! Introducing the Banana Bunker! For just one order of $8.99 (plus shipping and handling) we'll send you two Banana Bunkers to extend the lives of your elongated produce. Just simply click the two ends together over a banana and viola. Your bananas are safe from harm. Drop them *Banana "accidentally" pushed off of a counter top* Throw them *Two kids playing catch with a banana outside* and even forget about them *Lady surprisingly pulls a forgotten banana out of between the car seats* and your bananas will stay free from harm!

But wait...act now and we'll throw in a third Banana Bunker for free! That's right, three Banana Bunkers for the price of two. Now your whole bushel of bananas can be protected!



Image Courtesy of Google Images


Really Groupon? Go home. You're drunk.

Until Next Time...

Ms. Fix-It

Hi my name is Karla (with a K), and I'm a fixer.

Now that that is off my chest, I should probably explain myself. Fallacy. I won't explain myself but this lovely lady will. I found this post on one of my favorite natural hair blogs and I was intrigued by the title and hooked after the first paragraph. Just do yourself a favor and read the blog here. I'll wait. Promise.

Welcome back.
She had described me. And at the same time she pointed out my biggest flaw. I'm a fixer. A perpetual fixer. I tend to fix any and everything. Even things that don't necessarily need to be fixed. My best friend calls me Mamma Bear (before 9 pm - after that I turn into Call Me Maybe which is a whole 'nother story) because I tend to try to fix ev.er.y.thing. I'm guilty of trying to fix guys I've dated in the past. Even though they clearly weren't broken. A bunch of dumb asses? Yes. Just not the right fit for me. I've tried to fix friendships that didn't need to be saved. I tried to fix other people's relationships. I tried to fix my friends. I've tried to fix group projects. (Side note: Old hag chick in the group from my last post? Yea...still a little upset with her. But the class is over and the presentation went off without a hitch. More on that later because I caught the Professor yawning in the middle of a few presentations and... anyway more on that later.) I'm a fixer. And the sad truth is...I don't think I willingly let people into my life loving the way that they are now. Instead I let them in if I love the way that I think they could  be in the future.

Terrible. I know. But that's just how I am. And for once I can say for certain, this is something that needs to be fixed.

So I'm going to be a fixer, one last time. And fix myself.

Until Next Time...

My current life...via gifs.

Let me just take the time right now to apologize explain why my posts have been few and far between the last few weeks. It's the end of the semester. And I'm working on moving into a new place. And I started a new position. And did I mention that it's the end of the semester?

Yea.  This is what I feel like right now...



mixed with a little of this:



And this old chick in my group for our final project is driving me insane and I just want to do this:



Then tell her this:



And then go on a rampage like this:




I just have to keep reminding myself that it'll all be over soon. Very. Very. Soon.

Anyway. It's week 20 of 2013. Put money in the bank [shawty what you thank?].