I've just accomplished the daunting task of publishing this blog's 100th post. For those of you new to the ways of The Smiling Infidel, congratulations, because your mind is likely still virginal and pure. For the rest of you heathens, let's take a little stroll down memory lane, shall we?
Who could possibly forget the wholesome goodness of CHEWY BALLS? Swallowing without chewing presents a real choking hazard.
The first riveting presentation of the World famous Smiling Infidel Theater.
We perused the realm of unconventional wedding gift ideas.
Musical memories and a tribute to American Idol greatness, bathroom style, of course.
My first, second, and third attempts at portraying political statements through the usage of food, and how we came to live in the fair land of Crackertopia.
A close friend of mine receives a surprise dual purpose Valentine's vase, because we care enough to give the very best.
We celebrated National Poop Week with reckless abandon, and have the stories and pictures to prove it. A surprise endorsement came my way while standing in the meet and greet line at a very elegant wedding reception. The completely refined Mother of the groom leaned over and told me, "By the way, I'm really enjoying Poop Week". Her husband is a Grand Poobah at Church and I didn't know that she read my blog. Luckily, I have thus far escaped excommunication. The look on the faces of the people behind us in line when she said that? Absolutely priceless.
Unleashed spork fighting Ninjas, the likes of which the World has never known. Be afraid, be very afraid.
Discovered a little known cure for the horrors of the Bird Flu. Also includes a valiant distribution effort to quell the spread that could lead to a pandemic.
Revealed my exalted alter ego as that of a Trophy Wife.
Showing off my impressive multi-cultural, diverse side , much to the chagrin of my husband.
FUNNY TMI moment.
Cruel and unusual demise for an unwitting dragonfly who wanders into the booby trap.
Chronicling the first date with my husband with a little help from Nirvana.
A Spanish culture and language lesson involving condoms and Mr.T. Yes, you did read that right.
I hate to go all Karen Carpenter on you (so I'll eat a sandwich), but truly, we've only just begun. Thank you for all your witty comments and spending a little bit of your time here. There's a lot of blog options out there to choose from these days and I thank you whole heartedly for choosing The Smiling Infidel.
*I earned a degree in professional butt kissing and stealing advertising ideas as my writing does indicate*