May 26, 2009 12:04 am
Go see Keely. That chick KNOWS random.
I hate ordering pizza with other people since we always negotiate toppings beforehand and then someone deviates from the topping assignment and takes one of my slices. You wanted pepperoni? Eat pepperoni. Or face the wrath of Casey. The wrath of Casey basically means that I will secretly curse your name and never actually confront you for taking my pizza.
The same thing goes for appetizers. There’s nothing worse than having someone take one of your three coveted cheese sticks after they previously said they didn’t want any.
Over the weekend, I used the blower to clean off the patio. My shirt smelled like gasoline for the rest of the night and it was nice. I love that smell.
In preparation for our Memorial Day cookout, I shoveled shit from the yard (again). A little while later, I noticed a big brown patch of dried shit on the bottom of my foot. Who’s the shitheel now?
We bought 30 cupcakes for our BBQ and only about 10 people ate them. Let’s do the cupcake math: that’s a fuckload of cupcakes left for us. Jamie and I each had a few but then I was tapped out and left half of my third one. Jamie told me how disappointed he was in me and that he just couldn’t understand the logic behind abandoning a cupcake. We’re trying to work through the cupcake failure to salvage our marriage.
We watched our last recorded episode of Heroes tonight. Phew. The show has been on our chopping block forever and we finally made the decision to cut it from the lineup entirely. Not only did the show disappoint but it’s hard to bloggety blog when Hiro is talking and I have to read subtitles.
We got a new sandbox and Elliot likes to sample the product. She drank about three cups of sand yesterday without even batting an eye.
I love having a clean house but mine never is. I think if I entertained more, my house would be cleaner and my mood would be more upbeat. I’m forced to clean the entire house from top to bottom any time we have company so that nobody sees how disgusting the house usually is.
Graham woke up bright an early yesterday. I took him to get some breakfast and keep him quiet and then we went for a short drive. When I cut through a parking lot, there was a man squatting, taking a shit. Yes, I was subjected to a man shitting at 7AM and I’m not even married to him.
Don’t forget to go see Keely. She’s smelling good these days, like the fresh scent of Febreze.
Tags: Random Tuesday Thoughts