-- I wonder if the guy who does chemical dependency consultations gets tired of being yelled at by his patients. --
-- We're considering putting new cabinets in the kitchen if we're forced to stay. My parents are coming up tomorrow, supposedly to take me out for dinner, but really, Mom just wants to look through the catalogs to find the cabinets closest to beige. --
-- Or taupe. Can never overlook taupe. --
-- I've started compiling my mom stories for the book. Clicking on the "my family" tag is a good way for me to lose an hour of my day. --
-- Carrie is playing in a three-card poker tournament with her parents this weekend because I'm working and it's good for them to have some bonding time. However, she has a lucky charm to carry along. It's a black licorice Nib. --
-- I semi hope she wins it all and goes on some kickass poker run and gets interviewed on ESPN12 and when asked the secret, she pulls out the Nib because I really think that would make life more entertaining. --
-- Carrie named her fantasy football team SpongeFavre OldPants. --
-- The Sharbys also just created a new football celebration cheer which includes chest bumping left boob to left boob, right boob to right boob, and then chest to chest. Our goal is to win more friends. --
-- I genuinely view life through the scope that everyone on earth was put here for my amusement. --
-- I am jealous that
whirledpeas got to meet the American Idols from this year. Not so jealous about the flood light... --
-- The Hallmark Channel runs Golden Girls episodes 24 hours a day sometimes. I wonder what that would do to one psychologically if one watched it all day. Would one actually feel older? --
-- Which always reminds me that when I was dating Drug Dealer, they would always smoke up during Golden Girls because it ran from 4-4:30 which includes 4:20 which is the SmokePotTime in case you still retain your naiveity. I can only assume when they dropped acid, they watched Empty Nest. --
-- Gotta jet. Have a goal! --