Anyways, today's wrap-up is a two week version.
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I was getting new tires on
my car and the dude told me that I was getting $75.00 back cuz they're having a
rebate sale, so I said "Woo hoo! Do I want to go to a strip club or get a
cheap hooker? I have big Decisions to make!" And he said "You're
really gonna tear it up, huh?" And I said "Heck yeah! It's free fun
money!" You shoulda seen the looks on the faces of the people behind me in
line. My friend Jeanette happened to be there getting a tire fixed and I think
she was proud to be associated with me. Or possibly horrified. But I'm gonna go
with proud.
If Bohemian Rhapsody comes
on and you don't drop everything to sing the heck out of it at the top of your
lungs, I don't think we can be friends.
In my status bar Facebook
keeps asking me "What's happening, Mom-Brain?" and it's starting to
annoy me. What is this? 1978? Where's Re-run? Where's Raj? Or maybe it's a
Sixteen Candles reference? If so, I wish FB would drop the Mom-Brain and just
call me Hot Stuff. You're smothering me, FB. It's like an annoying, overbearing
boyfriend I had in high school who was always staring at me and saying
"Whatchu thinkin' about?" and then I'd say "How I could kill
someone and make it look like an accident" or "I'm trying to start a
fire with my mind." Dear Facebook, What's happening is that I am on my 4th
load of laundry, packing for a trip, trying to pre-make some meals for my
family, write a blog, and I just picked my underwear outta my butt. What's
happening with you?
The Boy has decided to have
a Flashback Monday and watch some Max and Ruby, so I have decided to bash the
tv in with a sledgehammer. Or maybe I'll just leave the room. I guess that
seems like a calmer way to handle it. The only good thing about this situation
is that The Boy has finally started analyzing the show. He just asked me where
their parents were and said it was really lame that their Grandma lived down
the street yet didn't seem to give a crud that her 4 and 7 year old grandkids
were living totally alone. My theory has always been that Ruby murdered their
parents because she is a controlling beeotch and they were cramping her bossy
style. They are buried underneath the sandbox in the backyard. I think Grandma,
and everyone else in town, knows what happened and is afraid to do anything
about it cuz Ruby will kill them next. I'm pretty sure I'm right about this.
So in carpool I was rockin'
out to some Gnarls Barkley and The Boy had the nerve to say the following:
The
Boy: Oh my god, mom. Your voice is shredded. It's like, really, really
crappy.
Me: Duh, I have a cold.
The Boy: Oh wow. Wow. Wow. That's like the most
epic lie I've ever heard.
Me: Lie? Why would I lie about having a cold? I have
a cold! My voice sounds funny because my throat is sore.
The Boy: I hate to
tell you this but your voice sounds like that all the time. You really didn't
know that? You really think it's because of a cold? Wow, mom. That's just so
sad.
Then he tsked me. He totally tsked me
I woke up feeling amazing.
My new bed makes me sleep like little Baby Jeebus swaddled in a blanket woven
from the hair of magical unicorns in a bassinet full of angel feathers and
myrrh.
Then I woke up The Boy.
The Boy has turned it up to eleven, and is
now lying on the couch where he keeps pulling his legs up over his head and
farting, asking me a crap load of "Would you rather's?" and just in
case that wasn't enough to make me wanna vomit, he's watching Max and Ruby
again. Grandma keeps laughing for no reason.cI think she is high in this one.
If I was that bitchy bunny's grandma I know I would be. Now I think we know
what she grows in her garden.
Any just one more FYI: The Boy just said to me,
and I quote, "Mom, why do you look so much older in the mornings?
Other Nonsense:
-My friend over at a blog called Kelley's Break Room does a fun little segment on her Facebook Fan Page called "What's in her bag?" and she invited me to dump my purse ans hare the contents with her readers. Don't be frightened.
-I was in New Orleans last weekend with my friend Stephanie, and we had a blast. I had some good Facebook posts during that trip, but I didn't include them in this wrap-up because if I can get my head outta my ass I'll be writing a full blog post about those shenanigans next week.
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Contest ends Sunday the 10th at midnight. Winner will be announced Monday the 11th.
Contest ends Sunday the 10th at midnight. Winner will be announced Monday the 11th.
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