- The doorbell rang about 9:30 last night, the Mr. went to see who it was. After a few minutes, he came into the kitchen, where I was finishing making dinner, with a goofy look on his face. "Who was it?" I asked. He goes, "Pizza Luce- I guess they're just used to coming to our house." The REALLY shameful part of this, aside from the delivery driver's car being set on autopilot for our address, is...I was making pizza for dinner.
- My girl Blondie's text exchange after a particularly debaucherous, fun & blurry evening out celebrating two of the girl posse's B-days. Her: "I forgot until this morning that I was trying to breakdance Saturday night." Me: "Ha! I forgot that too." Her: "I was wondering why my back was all bruised up." The sad part is, I think I tried to do the worm at one point as well. I'm sure this is not at all idiotic behavior for 40 year-old women.
- I blew my nose the other day and there was not one, but several cat hairs in the kleenex (yes, I looked, duh.)
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Pepperoni and a pop-n-lock, two bits...
A few random bits of amusement from my last few days: