Well, someone's got to break the ice, and it might as well be me. I mean, I'm used to being a hostess, it's part of my husband's work. And it's always difficult when a group of new friends meet together for the first time, to get acquainted. So I'm perfectly prepared to start the ball rolling. I mean, I...I have absolutely no idea what we're doing here. Or what I'm doing here, or what this place is about, but I am determined to enjoy myself. And I'm very intrigued, and, oh my, this soup's delicious, isn't it?
Well I've never been good with flirting but this is somewhere near on the humiliation scale. In 4th grade, my mom somehow convinced me that perming my bangs ONLY (yes, leaving the rest of my hair completely straight) would be a great idea! Being young and naive, I allowed this to happen. At school on Monday, the boy of my elementary school dreams came up to me and said with understandable disgust, "What happened to your hair?!"
Thanks mom!
This could be good! Or this could be terrible...
Oh who cares anymore? I'm just waiting for the original theatrical version on DVD to come down in price from ONE HUNDRED FLIPPING DOLLARS!!!
I used to always fall asleep in an Economics class (no duh) right after lunch (OR COURSE) taught by a teacher with a mellow, monotone voice (I had no chance basically). He hated me for it and tried every method possible to keep me awake, i.e. slamming a book on my desk, etc.
So then he thought he would just try to humiliate me so he got a ROCKING CHAIR and put it in front of the class and I had to sit there. So I basically got to nap in a rocking chair while everyone else tried to pay attention in Economics.
This story doesn't have much to do with the library other than it reminds me that people hate it when you don't sleep in your bed.
This reminds me of the time I was driving behind a car that threw a BAG OF TRASH out the window. I wrote down their tag number and called the police to report the litterbug. It turns out an officer has to see it happen. PSHH. Whatever happened to citizen’s arrest?!
Also I once yelled at strangers who were trying to pet a sea turtle that was making its way up the beach to lay her eggs. Sorry Anderson, but saving baby turtles is much more important than your precious mail!
Today has been really very good. It's one of my days off so all I really have to worry about is getting the kids to school and washing my face.
But I've been doing laundry and watching Freaks and Geeks (which I am JUST NOW discovering and it is so good that it makes me sad), made a sweet potato pie and an excellent dinner which we ate at 4:30 like old people but that means I got an early buzz with the wine from dinner and have the whole night ahead of me to ignore the dishes!
Turning over a new leaf, Fresh? Still, the kid is good, whether he's trying to make you laugh or not. But I hope he does not abandon the comedic rap game 'cause he kills it.
"Explain your name."
"Well, my mother and father had sex, 9 months later I was born, then they gave me this name I have! Ha! What a great story. It never gets old!"
You know what I do when I'm tired and stressed? Take a nap and tell everyone to go to hell. It's been working like a charm!
AND I can still eat all the DEEP-WATER FISH I want!
I was so pleasantly surprised that I liked New Girl that I think it made me like it even more. (It had to be the episode where Zooey was trying to say penis that sealed it for me.) I think it's also the first time I've recommended a show to someone and they liked it too.
I, too, once said I even hated Zooey. I take it back. I take it all back!
Cherry is the best for fruit. Brown Sugar and Cinnamon is the best for non-fruit. Always frosted.
The idea of putting butter on a pop tart just blew the back of my head off.
She should've blamed it on tampons!
You know how it is when you bring up anything related to menses... everyone tries to change the subject quickly. Easy out!
Actually sites like this are just as important to me as "real" media outlets. The problem with "news" and the media is that they easily cross the line and become sensational, macabre, sadistic rubberneckers.
After we process these tragedies and do what's in our power to deal with them (hug our children, treat people more nicely), we do have to move on and sites like these become a necessary diversion.
GEEZ, I never realized what a cooze Matt Lauer is. Well played, Anne.
But on not wearing underwear.... Why? Just... why? There are these things called THONGS and they don't leave a panty line! And they cover your vulnerable spots! (i.e. YOUR LABIA)!!! Use them!
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