I almost wore a night shirt out of the house today. Oh well, I can wear it on the patio. (Seriously, I love Old Navy. I walked in there yesterday and walked out with 7 t-shirts and 1 I thought dress and they are nice and long and cover my ass and don’t make my arms…
Afghanistanimation…
(I thought this title was an homage to one of the Kevin Smith movies but it turns out it’s from Super Troopers). Anyway…Julie asks a good question – if Gene were to go to Afghanistan, would I continue to work? Yes, but I would probably waste as much time as humanly possible. And another downside…
Proof I am the worst person in the world…
Every time I see this picture, I think, “Has Wilson Phillips reunited?” (I told you. I am a terrible person who deserves neither nice friends nor nice things).
Wish list…
I would like one of the following tomorrow: 1) Massage 2) Appointment with chiropractor 3) A large needle in my spine so I can’t feel anything below my belly button. So, Gwen, my boss, asked me to help her clean out our company’s warehouse. The warehouse is approximately a billion feet by a trillion feet…
what????
so, Gene calls me this afternoon. “How would you feel if I got a 70% raise, tax free? 21 days off a year?” “Drug dealing?” “No.” “Pimping?” No. His employer is searching for someone to take a position…in KABUL. As in Af-fugging-ghanistan. As in a war zone – Mission Accomplished, my ass. “But we’re not…
I am a genius.
So far today, I have… Slept until 20 until 9 (I know this is not getting me any sympathy from any of you!) Eaten brunch! (Yum!) Gone to the grocery store! (So close to keeping it under $100! Damn you, 2 for $6 queso!) Swept and mopped kitchen floor! (The Boy’s mom did this every…
The post with all the hilarious footnotes…
So, back in the day I had a Speak and Spell and a Speak and Math (or whatever the math version of the Speak and Spell was called*). I credit the Speak and Math with my ability to do simple math in my head. (I also credit my mother’s handy memory tricks such as “Refrigerator…
Today’s WTF…
I am sure I am suffering from a brain tumor or something and am hallucinating. Did I just see a headline that Bret Michaels (the skeevy guy from Poison and the ode to syphilis that is “Rock of Love”*) not only attended the Tony awards but somehow managed to get himself injured while attending them?…
Bloodbath…
So, guess whose employer had a huuuuge reduction in force (RIF) yesterday? Guess whose employer RIF’d the owner’s son? Guess whose employer still employs ME? Yeah, I know. Weird, huh? Anyway, it was ugly at work yesterday. All week, there have been closed doors all over the place and it’s made me want to jump…
Every time…
Everytime someone suggests to me that the internet has brought nothing to the world but extra easily obtainable por.nography and a zillion shitty blogs like mine, something like this comes along and I can PROVE THEM WRONG. Ha ha! But speaking of Total Eclipse of the Heart… Gene loves this song and will always sing…