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Namaste, motherfuckers is my new favorite catchphrase.
The end.
The only thing worse than Sunday brunch is a weekend without Sunday brunch.
DITTO, HYP.
DIT. TO.
Namaste Motherfuckers killed me, still laughing here.
Prepping for preschool co-op meeting and working diligently to work “namaste motherfuckers” into every agenda item.
Namaste motherfuckers is my new OM.
I’m always a little more in love with you each time you post.
You just summed up the past year of my sunday brunches in this post. SPOT ON.
Also, I love you.
xoxo
VV
“Namaste Motherfuckers” is my new mantra!! lol!
Awesome post!
Please please please make T-shirts and/or greeting cards that say “namaste, motherfuckers.” I must have that in my life.
I’m totally on the “Namaste, motherfuckers” train with everyone else. Brills!
I haven’t been to a good brunch in far, far too long. Namaste, motherfuckers, indeed.
A funeral for the weekend! That’s brilliant.
Sunday afternoons are actually my least favourite moment of the week. It’s like a doomsday for the boring five days to come… alcohol does help with this however.
I dread Monday morning every Sunday evening. I dread it so much that I’ve actually reached the stage where on a Sunday morning I dread Sunday evening. Sad. Times.
I had brunch this past Sunday. We continued the mimosa-fest until about 7:30 pm…..then came Monday. Damn.
Namaste, Motherfuckers! (so.damn.awesome.)
I miss Sunday brunch. Dang kids ruin everything AGAIN…..
Can I get a t-shirt with “namaste, motherfuckers” on it? Drawing included? Please and thank you.
they are here: http://www.cafepress.com/thisisnotthat/7904000 🙂
Namaste Motherfuckers! Best line ever. Brunch is a funeral for the weekend is the second best.
I work for myself now, but when I was at the firm this was so true. It’s still partially true because my husband starts freaking out and having a funeral for the weekend at about 4 on Sunday every week.
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This blog though.
I am hooked!