Work
Work
Work
Sleep
Work
Bathe, maybe
Work
Pick nose, inspect findings
Work
Finally become least socially-active person in the US according to the google
Work
Sleep
Make out with cats
And...
Work.
Don't believe me? I have a pile of five day-old, gross smelly dishes and a left knee that is causing me to limp like a pimp that both prove my point.
I'm pooped.
As I have nothing to tell of any interest, I'll make you feel good about yourselves instead and pull another picture from the pile.
Having a bad hair day?
Oh, no no no no no no you're not. As I seem to be on some sort of overzealous quest to prove to the world that I was incapable of having a good hair day prior to May 2006, I give you another installment in "Whiskeymarie- that bitch's hair is WACK!" or, "This is what it sounds like when follicles cry" :
I think I can safely say that, at least for today...I win.I have to go now- you get two guesses where I'm going. Here's a hint- it rhymes with "lurk" "jerk" and "Coach McGuirk".
Happy Friday, my hard-working, permed and colored little helper monkeys. Happy Friday.
XO
25 comments:
Your hair makes me love you.
In a "I don't really love you but you write a funny blog so that's kind of the same thing" kinda way.
I love all the details that are revealed in the picture when it's enlarged (and I put my glasses on) such as: girl scout cookies, the name of the cookbook, the wallpaper, the "notes" on the wall.
Even with hair that is reminiscent of the girl from Til Tuesday or maybe the Thompson Twins? You're still the hottest.
I also wore an oversized herringbone topcoat with the sleeves rolled up, both for style and necessity, so they didn't cover my hands.
I don't think that's particularly bad, but then again, I spent a year with half of my head shaved like a dude on the 7 Seconds "Walk Together, Rock Together" album cover. So I'm not one for judging hair, really.
You never gave us the results of your booger inspection. Was there anything significant?
AWESOME photo! Love it... I'm sure I don't have to tell you, I prefer you as a brunette ;) But I probably only say that because as a redhead, I don't think I could ever go completely platinum.
Oh... any more of those girl scout cookies left? I like the Samoas (that can't be how you spell that)...
If you have time, come play a fun game over at my blog to break up your day and give you a laugh. It will seriously take less than a minute.
Looking at pictures like that sure transports me back. I also had the herringbone coat. I remember the reason we had to roll our coat sleeves was because they usually came from the men's section of the thrift store, or grandpa's closet.
Do you think anyone would publish a book now with the title "Oriental Cookbook"?
PS, That throbbing on the right sidebar is trying to lure me into calling you! Must. Resist.
My bride also rocked the big mens overcoat with the sleeves rolled up for several years. It was a good look for both of you, actually.
Bahahahahahaahahaha.
I love you. For real.
I thought the pic of you was cute!! And seriously? There's still ONE more person who's less socially active than you.
*she said whilst typing with cat in lap*
Wow. I mean, really. Wow.
Oh. Dear. God. I think we may have been separated at birth. Except of course that I am much older and I was born in a different state. Ahem. I have a picture of myself that is eerily similar, right down to the rockin' crispy hair and the sexay dark eyebrows. I lasted one month with that look and then my sanity returned, much to the relief of my family.
Yeah, dude, you totally win. Also, I had that hair.
I bet you're discussing Depeche Mode on that phone aren't you? I knew it.
Your pictures are cracking me up!!!
Were you calling into the convenience store to tell them you couldn't work your shift due to hair trauma?
Whatever mistakes you may have made with your hair (it's cute in a tragic, 80s rock star wannabe way), you had excellent taste in Girl
Scout Cookies.
"Are they made from real Girl Scouts?"
Did you hurt your knee making out with the cats?
I bet in the photo you were discussing which member of Kajagoogoo was cutest?
You're too shy shy, hush hush, eye to eye.
Oooh word verification...maddisc..sweet! That will be the name of my next album. Oh even better would be Maddisctic.
I am a dork.
I may or may not have gone through a phase similar to this. I may or may not have tried to do it at home, with peroxide. I may or may not have also peroxided my mother's best table cloth while doing it at the kitchen table with a blow dryer. I may or may not have been made to pay for the replacement table cloth, which bleached much better than my hair. I also may have worn safety pins in my ears instead of earrings. In the words of my mother, WM, "But your FACE is so pretty, honey".
Did you live up to the cats' expectations?
What's that thing on your ear, old lady?
;)
Take care of yourself, dear. We need you in no more than two pieces.
I had hair that color in 2004. God, Whiskey, I am so sick of finding out that all those "different" things I did in my early twenties were originated by you!
Also... my verification word is "pingsti", which is like a speech-impedimented version of "pigsty". I hate when blogger gets all judgy on me. It's not my fault that Brad won't do the fucking dishes.
I am de-lurking myself. I told my husband about your trip to Ikea, and in the process said "It's this blog I read that hasn't annoyed me yet." Being from Duluth, he thought you might appreciate the backhand comment. (See, I go around, add blogs to my reader list, and then eventually remove the ones that annoy me -- and yours is still there). I'm from Superior, across the way, and I'm also a Marie. But I'd say I'm a WineMarie.
And, I live in Chicago now, which has TWO Ikeas. When the second one opened, there were ads all over saying "Chicago has two Ikeas, and the Twin Cities only has one. Go figure."
What’s that weird, white, shoe-like thing with a tail you’re holding near your face?
Ha, Domboy that's what I was thinking...
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