It finally happened...I'm slightly mad
The neighbors have been rednecking it up for the past several hours. This persistent droning buzz that never stops, and I feel like I'm losing my mind.
I hate those people.
But here's something nice.
I got e-mail from my sister (who, in case you missed it, is in Spokane til Tuesday), asking that I do her favor. "Use the bench at the kitchen table and look in the cabinet over the fridge."
Eh? So I climb up on the bench and do as I'm told, expecting to dig out some blueprints to the house or maybe that mummified anole Grubs brought back from Florida a couple years ago. Instead, I found a shiny red bag. I bypassed this and instead picked up the red can of cashews next to it. I'm not too bright sometimes. I put the nuts down and picked up the bag. It had a red envelope with my name on it, so I opened it. It read: Happy Valentine's Day from the dog!
And on the inside: Of course, this holiday used to be a lot mroe romantic for me before my little "operation," if you know what I mean...
Under that, my sister wrote: Tank said I could sign the card since I pitched in and drive the car and everything. LOVE YOU! Grubby
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW???????????? Also in the bag was a little stuffed monkey wearing a purple wizard hat and a bow tie, and a mug with monkeys on it that says 'you're the sweetest little love monkey.'
LOL!!!!!!!!!!! I feel so loved! THANK YOU, GRUBS!!!!!!!!!!
So here I am again, fat and alone on the eve of Valentine's Day, and my biggest concern is how many clean pairs of socks I have left for the week.
Here I am. That's from Christmas '96. ExBf loved this picture, which is funny because I think I look like I'm ten years old. (I'm 20 there)
And here's a goofy picture of my sister. From New Year's of the same year, I believe. ExBf and I gave her grief about the Baby New Year look she had going on.
For V-Day I upgraded my sis's LJ account and gave her some space for more icons. Yay.
I hate those people.
But here's something nice.
I got e-mail from my sister (who, in case you missed it, is in Spokane til Tuesday), asking that I do her favor. "Use the bench at the kitchen table and look in the cabinet over the fridge."
Eh? So I climb up on the bench and do as I'm told, expecting to dig out some blueprints to the house or maybe that mummified anole Grubs brought back from Florida a couple years ago. Instead, I found a shiny red bag. I bypassed this and instead picked up the red can of cashews next to it. I'm not too bright sometimes. I put the nuts down and picked up the bag. It had a red envelope with my name on it, so I opened it. It read: Happy Valentine's Day from the dog!
And on the inside: Of course, this holiday used to be a lot mroe romantic for me before my little "operation," if you know what I mean...
Under that, my sister wrote: Tank said I could sign the card since I pitched in and drive the car and everything. LOVE YOU! Grubby
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW???????????? Also in the bag was a little stuffed monkey wearing a purple wizard hat and a bow tie, and a mug with monkeys on it that says 'you're the sweetest little love monkey.'
LOL!!!!!!!!!!! I feel so loved! THANK YOU, GRUBS!!!!!!!!!!
So here I am again, fat and alone on the eve of Valentine's Day, and my biggest concern is how many clean pairs of socks I have left for the week.
Here I am. That's from Christmas '96. ExBf loved this picture, which is funny because I think I look like I'm ten years old. (I'm 20 there)
And here's a goofy picture of my sister. From New Year's of the same year, I believe. ExBf and I gave her grief about the Baby New Year look she had going on.
For V-Day I upgraded my sis's LJ account and gave her some space for more icons. Yay.