Saturday, February 27, 2010

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Little Debbie & The Roach

Ooooh, my friends this night, it is a glorious night! Perhaps to you it seems like a plain, regular old night, nothing special, maybe even a sub-par night, but for me?! For me it is GLORIOUS!!! With exclaimation points! And capital letters! Why? Because I just got the title to my car in the mail. They received my final payment and now, after five painful excruciating years of sacrifice for a piece of metal that I am not at all fond of, I own La Cucaracha. Begrudgingly refered to as "The Roach."

To celebrate? Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pies. This round is on me.


Monday, February 15, 2010

Texts From Last Night

This website is hilarious. If you can pull yourself away, you'll thank me later.

If the link doesn't work, try http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/

...you're welcome.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Between The Mustard & Disco Fever

Yesterday Rich and I were at the grocery store shopping for some BBQ goodies when a disco song came on as background music. The typical grocery shopper tends to ignore the tunes being played and go about their domestic duties with little attention toward the music selection. We were strolling down the Snack City isle when I lost Richard to some enticing packaging and went about my way with the cart, my ears perking up at the funky disco selection playing over the store speakers. Before I knew what was taking place, I was somehow overpowered by Disco Fever and found myself twitching my hips, flicking my neck and doing a disco strut right down the isles of Snack City. I was so lost in The Fever, that I didn't hear Richard's attempts to call me as I disappeared down another isle, twitching in my disco funk. He caught up to me a good three isles after I'd lost him and informed me that he witnessed several clusters of children take note of my dancing and get lost in their own disco infernos, prompting confusion and surprised looks from their parents. He said all he had to do to find me was follow the children bobbing around. We shared a thunderous laugh in the condiment isle.