Ermahgerd.... Ert's a Monterge

If you can't read the caption, it says I'm having the time of my life.

Afternoon Readers,

You can blame today's post on Robyn from Hollow Tree Ventures. She didn't start the Ermahgerd movement, but she's helped perpetuate it in such a way that I became obsessed, along with a few others who've become fascinated with the meme that will surely become the legendary stuff we'll be talking about until, at least, August.

First, if you're not familiar with what I'm talking talking about, please familiarize...

 Or...

In my effort to aid the movement, I've agreed follow Robyn's lead and Ermahgerd myself. Lucky for you, all my horrific teenage pictures are stored in a Rubbermaid tub at my parent's house and will need to be excavated later. Until then, please enjoy what I found around the house.

And now... 

If you decide to join the Ermahgerd movement and ermahgerdify yourself, please us know so we can keep annoying our friends and family into not inviting us to anything ever again. Like I said,  we'd like to keep this going until August.

Until Next Time, Readers!