I don’t know what kind of little mindgame you’re playing with me, but you either need to pass that test or produce the now-late goods. As you know, I am leaving for vacation tonight. I need to know RIGHT NOW if I can drink or not, so stop fucking with me. Having one drink is a complete waste of time, so what’s it gonna be? Can I drink, or can I eat? Don’t deny me both. You’re playing with fire.
Really? August 27, 2008
It’s 2 p.m. Wednesday. At 5:01 p.m., my vacation starts. I JUST got an assignment. Didn’t have one Monday, had a short one Tuesday, and until now, nothing today. Are you fucking KIDDING ME?
You it’s time for a vacay when every person remotely related to your job is pissing you off.
Amazing August 25, 2008
The hubby and I weighed in this morning. Despite several forays into points-laden treats in the last week (cheese and crackers, huge burger and fries, etc.), I lost 1.8 pounds, bringing my total to date to 7 and some change. Alright, then. That one skirt still looks atrocious on me. Starting to think it’s just the skirt. No, really!
The hubby, who is actually taking our WW program seriously, dropped another two. He’s down 15ish. Every day, he’s sporting a new shirt or pair of shorts that had been heretofore non-options. Good for him! No, really!
Notes On the Nashville Flea Market August 25, 2008
We attended the Nashville Flea Market on Saturday. This is quite a big to-do that happens once a month. Having heard good things and jonesing to purchase inexpensive home decor, I was excited to go.
1. Probably won’t go back anytime soon. I’m all good on $800 paintings, t-shirts with stupid sayings, and mounds of overpriced “antiques” (translation: crap from your grandma’s attic).
2. Note to dog owners: YOUR PET IS NOT A CHILD. DO NOT BRING YOUR GODDAMNED DOG TO FLEA MARKETS, FAIRS, OR OTHER PUBLIC GATHERINGS. DO NOT PUT YOUR GODDAMNED DOG IN A STROLLER. YOUR PET IS NOT A CHILD.
3. Note to parents: YOUR CHILD IS NOT A PET. DO NOT PUT THEM ON A LEASH BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO LAZY TO USE A STROLLER OR KEEP YOUR KID IN CHECK.
4. Whilst browsing some posters, the toddler pointed to one and began asking what it was. I thought she was looking at the Marilyn Monroe, so I said, “That’s a dead mediocre actress who had a drug problem.” Turns out she was looking at a painting of a sleeping child. Oh, well. She would have learned all about Marilyn and her undeserved icon status sooner or later.
That’s What I’m Talking About August 25, 2008
Sunday afternoon: the hubby and I are lazing on the couch, the toddler was up from her nap, and to my dismay, the remote was way out of my reach. I asked the toddler to bring the remote to mama. By god, she did it. Now, she’s not only adorable, but useful, too!
