You Can Call Me Jeannie, …Ore-Ida!
Just going over the Thanksgiving menu here. So far we have mashed potatoes, loaded baked potatoes, cheesy potatoes, sweet potatoes, (I’m not kidding) pierogi: which are full of what? Yes, potatoes! And turkey (but I could probably stuff that with potatoes too, right?)
Wait, wait, wait. I just remembered there’s a bag of potato chips in the basement. Perhaps we’ll have those for breakfast.
….And I don’t know why I can’t lose weight.
A Towel Documentation:
Every day somebody messes up these towels. And every day I put them back the way they’re supposed to be. Every damn day. Yet, nobody here does it. Trust me, I’ve asked.
How. Does. It. Happen?
(Yes, these are the things that make me crazy.)
Side note* When The Man is out of town, the towels remain untouched. Highly suspicious!!
Best Idea Ever? Or Best Idea Ever!
My sister has come up with the best idea. Marriage licenses that expire. Think about it. (I know, right?) People would be just a little bit nicer to each other if they knew there could potentially be an easy out. And if you’re not happy, who the hell wants you around anyways! “Oh yeah? You don’t like what I said?? Don’t let the marriage license expiration date hit you in the ass, on your way out the door”!
There would be no more divorce. (Sorry Divorce Lawyers) I mean unless you REALLY couldn’t wait that long. “So you’re not happy with me anymore? Okay then buddy, just hold on for 5 more months and, BINGO, you’re gone! Until then…Bwah ah ah.
Then for the happiest of couples, ‘The Death Do Us Parters’, you have another reason to celebrate. “It’s Marriage Contract Renewal Day! I love you so much I want to sign up for 5 more years!! Let’s get some champagne!!” The State would get more revenue, you would get a nice dinner, maybe some jewelry… and Hallmark would have another reason to create another stupid card!
Today I want to listen to all the good songs, really loud, and sing to them. I want to bust out the fake microphone, (Paul Mitchell hair brush) and dance like I’m the strongest component of “Couple #1” in the dance contest.
But The Boy is home and, welllll, frankly, he would be mortified.
I’ll just do laundry instead.
*Steps away from the hair brush*
At The Boy’s work, their emails all come in with their last name first. So most of the people, usually of different origins, use his last name as his first name. This drives him insane. Just thought I’d share.
So, do you think Elton John’s mom just filled out the birth certificate backwards? John Elton makes soooo much more sense.
This has been a Tuesday morning random. Have a happy day! And by the way, I just called you by your last name. All day.
You know that thing where someone asks “Does your face hurt? Cause it’s killing me”? Well, my face hurts and it’s killing me. That. Is. All.
Happy Saturday to the rest of yuhs!!
Skin cancer removed. Now that’s attractive!!! If you’re good, I’ll show you the stitches tomorrow.
Basement or Bass-ment?
Oh hai, it’s me. These last few days, I’ve been in the basement. Cleaning the basement. Hangin out in the basement. I feel like a troll. I look like a troll. Let’s face it, I’m now a basement troll.
Anyways, the basement pretty much looks the same minus a couple of things. Oh, and the fishing shelf? Yes, The Man has a fishing shelf. Everything you ever wanted or needed for fishing…it’s on ‘the fishing shelf’. Let’s just say if you fished every day for the rest of your life, you’d never have to use the same bait. If I had a dollar for every….(don’t make me go there) I don’t have a dollar for every… Some lucky bastard at the Fishing Shop has all the dollars. He’s a lucky man. No, wait, he works at the Fishing Shop. I don’t know how he feels about that. Good? Bad? Fishy?
So today? Today it’s the laundry room. Yes, the laundry room is in the basement. Trolling, trolling, trolling.
The wind is blowing so hard, the leaves are coming down like…well, leaves.
Currently watching leaves fall.
I slept in way too late. Meh, I’ve got nowhere to go. Might as well watch leaves fall…
It’s Trash Day and (you guessed it) I forgot to take the trash out again. At least I didn’t have to go out in the flying leaves.
This will stop soon. The tree is almost empty. Also, it’s raining.
All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grayyyyyyyyyy
Hey, Happy Trash Day!! I’m going to leave now. :)
For Adrien. Brown hair don’t care. (Okay, more like dark blonde, but way different from before.)