Let's push things forward!
I meant that last post to be funny, but I'm not sure if it came across or not, and I don't want this night to end on a down note so...
Here's a joke: What did the fish say when it swam into a wall?
DAM.
Okay, sorry. So, I've been out of the game awhile... sue me!
(Please don't, in fact, sue me. I'm poor as ballz already and I can't afford anything else.)
So, I'm staring at my counter, which is suspiciously and unconventionally clean, and there is this plastic monkey figure that I goaded my husband into buying for me. This is not the best grab for demonstrated affection I've ever orchestrated. The thing looks possessed by a Care Bear demon. And everyone knows those are the worst kind.
My coworker gave me this really super-sick-awesome-dope pair of sunglasses today, and I'm very excited about them. Dorkily so. Freakily so. They just keep giving me the happy shimmys and that can't be healthy. Who gets all jazzy about sunglasses?
Meaningless fluff and overstated affection: that's me in a nutshell. Good night everybody!
(Tiny P.S. My husband is calling to see if he could bring anything home on his way from work, but my phone is in my purse and I just did my nails and not about to answer. He is going to be so worried, and I feel bad about that- I do! But not enough to risk my mani/pedi. Does that make me the biggest bitch in the world or what? Whatever. He knew who I was when he married me.)