In case you were wondering, Thor wouldn't allow me to put the "Happy Fucking Birthday" hat on him. Apparently he has more pride than Chewy, who allowed it but only with a cranky face. This is not the same cranky face I get when it's time for nail clipping, ear cleaning, or bathing...but it's close.… Continue reading My Dogs: Too Lazy To Rip Each Other’s Faces Off.
My uterus is expired, because I say so.
This is not one of those "I must justify why I'm not having kids" posts. Mostly, because I don't generally justify my choices to anyone but Husband (because he has to gets to live with me). My impending nephew's estimated arrival is next month already. I make it sound like he's being delivered by a DHL truck or… Continue reading My uterus is expired, because I say so.
Mini-Donut-Trucks Date Back to the 1600’s
Oh, you didn't know that? Well, neither did I, until the Mini Donut truck parked outside my booth at the MN Renaissance Festival on Saturday. Nope, not kidding: (Pic courtesy of PJ, who posted it on facebook today, because the one I took with my non-renaissance-iphone didn't turn out). What this picture doesn't include is… Continue reading Mini-Donut-Trucks Date Back to the 1600’s
My loved ones are assholes. Well, some of them, anyway.
So my meetings today were over early and I had a horrid headache, so I went home to work from the couch. Because my company is FUCKING COOL like that.I took a bunch of ibuprofin and thought a hot shower would help kill off the tiny evil gnome attempting to burrow way out of my temple. OF COURSE… Continue reading My loved ones are assholes. Well, some of them, anyway.
Well. I have nothing for this.
Apparently the people who produce the dictionary are all on acid. Prepare for my English Major rant forthwith (disclaimer: I can't spell "February" without spellchecker help AND I often say "Liberry" instead of library, knowing full well it pisses people off). Sexting, Flexitarian, and Aha Moment ARE NOT WORDS. Who sets the goddamn standards of the… Continue reading Well. I have nothing for this.
I met The Bloggess! And nearly made a mess in CVS. These are not related.
On my 35th birthday (which was Friday) I met Jenny Lawson. (I also received a beautiful necklace and various forms of most excellent sappiness from my husband, but those are mine and I'm not sharing). I stood in line for the book signing after hearing her read a chapter of her book, Let's Pretend This… Continue reading I met The Bloggess! And nearly made a mess in CVS. These are not related.
Pays nothing…may Traumatize Christmas Baby Dragons.
Today I spent quite a bit of time screwing off (in a non-sexual, work-appropriate way). As has been my usual MO for the past week or two...because projects have been delayed by forces not in my control (I SWEAR I didn't wave that wand toward work!!). Therefore, I spend much of my afternoon fucking around… Continue reading Pays nothing…may Traumatize Christmas Baby Dragons.
Cake: Above Hair Doodies, Below Sex on the Birthday Scale
So my birthday is coming up soon, hence the title. This is not a plea for birthday shenanigans, presents, or anything else. It's just a silly post (well, most of them are). Normally, I get all anxious and depressed around my birthday and obsess about all the things I haven't done yet. For example: I foolishly… Continue reading Cake: Above Hair Doodies, Below Sex on the Birthday Scale
WTF Weekend
Friday afternoon I stopped at The Company Which Must Not Be Named (ps: I'm not allowed to talk about them per my disgustingly paltry severance agreement when I got laid off last fall). The office is on my way home, and I still have fabulous friends working there...I stopped after 4:30 on a Friday to… Continue reading WTF Weekend
It’s true: I do not gargle donkey balls.
I'll explain that in a minute, promise. I had a mental-out yesterday and a whiny bitch-fest, and instead of telling me to suck it up I got some fantabulous comments: thank you. You guys are more awesome than unicorns and glitter.(I had a neat pic here and realized it's not MINE to share on a… Continue reading It’s true: I do not gargle donkey balls.
No Pithy Phrase 