…on the way to pick up dinner at O’Charleys To-Go, I noticed that the supposed “Luxury Suntan” place in my town is sandwiched between Mexican Restaurant of Questionable Quality and the Ubiquitous Nail Salon. Tres Luxurious!
…gas here at Cheesecake HQ in the Beautiful South has officially topped $2. WTF? I blame you, SUVs. No, not you with the 2+ kids. You with the one kid who thinks “Gee, I’m a mommy now so I must go buy a fucking Expedition because GOD KNOWS I can’t tote the baby in, oh, I dunno, a 1976 Monte Carlo with no A/C”. I’d tote future Dunn baby in a MiniCooper (or even my current car) if Gene would let me. (Edit: Nah, that’s not true. This is going to be one of those things you can all just laugh at me for, when I’m driving around in a giant Hummer or something with a carseat in the back)
…damn Don Henley for not being hot anymore and for looking like a Baptist minister of questionable ethics instead of a hottie. (Yeah he looked a tad leprechuan-ish in this picture, but STILL…)
:::pause a moment whilst Elaine collects herself…:::
…beagles like rolls from O’Charleys. No, not the whole thing, just a crumb. What kind of puppy mother do you think I am?
…I should try to like my job a lot more. One of my friends recently was laid off and I feel really bad for her. She has a plan (which I gotta admit is more ambitious than my own plan should I be laid off) so I’m wishing the best for her. At the same time, though, I really hate my own job.
…have you checked out any of the links I’ve gently nudged you towards? dooce? binky-martini? Sploofus? leprechuan Henley?
…since I’m on a roll, crazy bitch style, did I ever tell you how peeved I was when he cut the long hair off? I think — and I hope Brandy would confirm — that Henley pre ’90 was the only instance where I had a thing for a long hair. (Hey look – he even has his prop guitar in that picture…)
…have I told you about the quiver-full people? It’s a movement where families have kids until their uterus explodes or something. I read about them on another blog and it’s really…something. I’d write more but I’m afraid that psycho super-religious folks would car bomb me and, well, that wouldn’t be a good thing
…HI to Patty, who badgered me about not blogging in a week when I visited her yesterday morning for a manny-cure (OPI Suzi Sells Sushi by the Seashore). Gene bought a bottle of it for me so I can paint my nails in between professional manicures. If you see me walk into the salon next time in mittens, you’ll know what happened!
Well, that’s it for thoughts, so I leave you with this. Wow, those are some baggy pants, eh? Speaking of baggy pants, did I tell you that our IT guy came to work two days in a row wearing gynormous MC Hammer-style pants? I think he wore them so big as to hide his head when it goes up his ass.
