Friday, November 30, 2012

Dying...Dying...DEAD

It's Friday or at least that's what the calendar and Siri tell me. I'm still not sure how I made it to today or that it signifies any type of work week relief for me. I will be working this weekend. Fortunately it is NOT in jail. There are always positive if you look for them...especially behind the couch.

There should be no reason that any bathroom be short of tp for at least a week.

Confession time. It's good for the soul...if you have one. I think a super cute black kitty ate mine the other day. She had that look about her anyway. Link up with High-Heeled Love and start the weekend with a martini clean slate.


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I Confess...
Glass confuses me. The Apple Store has entirely too much at the entrance of their store. I had a face smooshing difficult time locating the panel of glass that actually opened. They should paint the door handle caution orange.

I Confess...
My favorite flats make my feet smell like corn chips.

I Confess...
Vague status updates on FB annoy the crap out of me so I comment on them as though I know exactly what they are talking about. I don't.

I Confess...
I am more than thrilled to finally be handing over the keys to my old house to the new renters. I am ready to light a match to it. SO OVER my head with this renting thing. 

I Confess...
I've had enough low blood sugars this week requiring correction that I think I've gained 5 10 pounds just off the number of cookies I've had to shove down my throat in order to stave off death. 

I Confess...
I am super excited about Elfie arriving this weekend even though Irishman defiles poor Elfie by snapping demonic pictures like this and posting them on Facebook.  He will get his due...justsayin
I Confess...
If anyone needs me I will be soaking in a jacuzzi full of bubbles with a bottle of wine tomorrow night. Yes...a bottle. It's been that kind of week.

 

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

I confess that generally I listen to hard core gangster rap while working out, but this time of year its Christmas music! So next time you see me squatting over 400 pounds, and wonder what's he listening too, its Jingle Bells! I confess I love seeing a kid light up in my Santa suit!

Shine on!

angel shrout said...

It sucks you have to work the weekend. I think running low on TP is a guy thing seriously. If I lived alone I never had issues with having enough of it. They however think their hands must be wrapped from wrist to fingertips to ensure no errant smearage. SMH Men!

Carrie Rambles said...

I like the demonic elf pictures the best.

becca said...

I confess I am the person that the advertising agency fashion the Windex bird after

Dazee Dreamer said...

I agree on the having to shove something sweet and delicious and full of sugar in your mouth when your levels get too low. And I do love the demonic elf. It made me laugh

Just A Normal Mom said...

Vague status updates on FB (meant entirely to draw attention to oneself) will get someone hidden from my timeline faster than posting extreme political views.

It is a bit frightening that upon reading this, my brain said,"Oh yeah, I know that corn chip smell."

BNM said...

corn chips HAHAHAHA!!
Omg those elves freak me out and that picture just totally did it for me.. we will not have one of those!

BACK TO BEING ME said...

I came home today & told my hubs that the Dr told me to go home and get drunk??? WTH he said there is no way the Dr told you to get drunk?? ok what he said was.... maybe try having a drink or a glass of wine, soak in a hot tub and give yourself the ok to relax!!! I thought it sounded better that he told me to get drunk LOL
Why aren't we buying stock in TP companies??? It is priced almost as much as gold.

Alexis AKA MOM said...

Oh damn now I'm going to have elf dreams of him chasing like I'm the red headed step child in some chucky film.

Aubrey S. said...

I think the Elf on a Shelf is creepy. Just saying.