Random Thoughts on a Sunday Morn
Since I was told by one of my favoritest people that I should update lots, even if it is just a "going out for pads" message, I henceforth unload a bunch of randomness on you. Have fun, my little sausage biscuits!
It is not a good idea to watch a Green Day biopic before you go to bed. If you do, be forewarned that you will have strange dreams involving irritating music that you could of somehow like although not consciously, short men wearing eyeliner, and vegetarian black bean chili. And you also wake up thinking about someone other than your husband, which is bad. Very bad. Smack smack.
My father seems to have forgotten just how old I really am. I called him last night to see if he wanted to hang out today (and by "hang out," I meant "take Morgan shopping"), and he informed me that I was invited to my 12 year old cousin's pool party for her softball team and that "it should be fun." What do I look like, Michael Jackson? The last time I checked, doing underwater handstands with a bunch of prepubescent girls was not "fun." But I am going anyway--for what reason, I totally do not know (maybe to keep from watching anymore Green Day biopics). I know that I am going to need about five G&T's just to get through the day, a pleasure that will be withheld and replaced by Hawaiian Punch. Le sigh.
Five Ways to Answer the Question, "Are you excited about moving to CA?," a question that I am asked about 643 times daily and cannot truly answer without delving into conflicted stuff concerning existential quandries and many hours spent listening to Ralph Stanley:
1. "Oh my god, yes!!!!!!!!"
2. "You know it!!!!" (insert giggling)
3. "Oh yeah, it should be fun" (take sip of highly sugared beverage, try to be cool).
4. Nod head, smile, disappear.
5. "What?"
And a question: Why are midgets so cool? Can you find me a midget to keep as my very own and that will fix me gin and tonics on command? Best answer to these questions posted in the comments wins a free trip to Southwest Virginia to eschew Morgan's immense boredom/life questioning!!! Have fun!!!
It is not a good idea to watch a Green Day biopic before you go to bed. If you do, be forewarned that you will have strange dreams involving irritating music that you could of somehow like although not consciously, short men wearing eyeliner, and vegetarian black bean chili. And you also wake up thinking about someone other than your husband, which is bad. Very bad. Smack smack.
My father seems to have forgotten just how old I really am. I called him last night to see if he wanted to hang out today (and by "hang out," I meant "take Morgan shopping"), and he informed me that I was invited to my 12 year old cousin's pool party for her softball team and that "it should be fun." What do I look like, Michael Jackson? The last time I checked, doing underwater handstands with a bunch of prepubescent girls was not "fun." But I am going anyway--for what reason, I totally do not know (maybe to keep from watching anymore Green Day biopics). I know that I am going to need about five G&T's just to get through the day, a pleasure that will be withheld and replaced by Hawaiian Punch. Le sigh.
Five Ways to Answer the Question, "Are you excited about moving to CA?," a question that I am asked about 643 times daily and cannot truly answer without delving into conflicted stuff concerning existential quandries and many hours spent listening to Ralph Stanley:
1. "Oh my god, yes!!!!!!!!"
2. "You know it!!!!" (insert giggling)
3. "Oh yeah, it should be fun" (take sip of highly sugared beverage, try to be cool).
4. Nod head, smile, disappear.
5. "What?"
And a question: Why are midgets so cool? Can you find me a midget to keep as my very own and that will fix me gin and tonics on command? Best answer to these questions posted in the comments wins a free trip to Southwest Virginia to eschew Morgan's immense boredom/life questioning!!! Have fun!!!
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