Recently I had some friends in town and we all went out and had some fun. Here are some highlights.
The Twin Towers. Sara is almost as tall as I am!
The girls. This much estrogen in the same place can't be good. (Sara, quit slouching!)
The crew. Budweiser was doing a promotion that night and bought us several rounds of their fancy schmancy beer in metal bottles. By the time round three came around, I was done analyzing the marketing aspects of the promotion and settled in to admire the Bud-Mardis-Gras beads and other schwag flying about. (If you'll observe you'll see a man in a red shirt groping his wife. That's my Scotty boy!)
Odds are, if you take two Excedrin Migraine tablets at 4:30 in the afternoon, you'll be up at 2 a.m. watching QVC and scrubbing your floorboards with 409 and a toothbrush.
(note: for those of us who suffer from migraines, don't even bother with any kind of Excedrin. My migraines simply laugh at it. Bring on the Oxycodone, Xanax and a hammer.)
It's the simple things that make my day:
I always sucked at math but this equation is pretty simple:
1) Add one dog who sheds fistfuls of fur year-round
2) Subtract one vacuum in 2005 (no picture - have some respect for the dead!)
3) Subtract one vacuum in 2006 (no picture - ditto)
4) Add a dash of Dyson (and a 5-year warranty!)
Yep, I'm now one of those assholes. "I'll NEVER pay that much for a vacuum!" Oh, really? Hmm.
I saw this commercial twice last night and laughed my ass off. Seriously, to the point where I literally had tears in my eyes. It's the little things that make Monday's worthwhile.
never duplicated.
Yep, I'm back. I took a little writing haitus so I could catch up on Grey's Anatomy.
I'm currently removing all the bad "juju" from my home office. Stripping wallpaper is actually quite theraputic. Cleaning up the shit left behind, not so theraputic.
I owe y'all the following:
Now quit your bitching, I'm writing again. And a sincere thanks to those faithful readers out there who didn't give up on me and gave me a swift kick in the ass - you know who you are.
I drive by the construction site every day. For the longest time they were futzing around with the foundation and all I saw was an endless stream of concrete trucks. "Wonder how they're going to complete this sucka in 4 months," I thought to myself. Then one day as I'm driving past there's a wall sticking up into the sky! Wow.
I guess they've poured the walls on the ground and then lifted them into place vs. pouring them in an upright fashion. Needless to say this technique has resulted in the lifting of many walls over the past couple of weeks.
It's a Swedish post-modern furniture and meatball lunch barn raising!
I'm just counting down the days until the thing opens (sometime in March, according to the newest catalog). I can't wait to blow my paycheck on $2 glass vases, melamine bookcases and other assorted goodies whose names I can't pronounce.
Water the shit out of it.
Don't mow it for three weeks.