Friday, June 5, 2009

Sense and sensible underwear, part deux.

Things I understand/things I don't understand, Volume 2:

Things I understand:
  • Logic
  • Why white shirts + red wine = disaster, always
  • The science behind baking
  • The seductive allure of pudding
  • Men, 95% of the time anyways
  • Why freckles are cute
  • How to make a perfectly lovely martini
  • Why everyone should own a well-made black blazer of some sort
  • Bacon.
  • Which fork to use
  • Taking time to finish the crossword puzzle
  • The importance of shaking one's booty as often as possible
  • Champagne
  • Loving impractical footwear
  • Why someday humans will be slaves to warrior monkeys
  • The power of a low-cut top
  • That seeing people trip is always, always funny
  • That honesty is always the best policy
  • How to make head cheese
  • Wanting to ride your bike everywhere in the summer
  • Why we'd all look silly without any eyebrows
  • The number of days I can wait to wash my hair before it goes from silky & shiny to just plain gross
  • What people mean when they say "You know what I mean?"

Things I don't understand:
  • Why anyone would willingly listen to the Dave Matthews Band
  • Long, elaborately painted fingernails
  • Who would consciously choose to wear white leggings
  • The big deal about ice cream
  • The appeal of American Idol after the first round
  • Technology
  • How to properly clip my toenails
  • How I've managed to not read a single book in the last 8 months
  • How to keep my mouth shut sometimes
  • How penises are both alluring and goofy
  • My ability to remember commercial jungles from the 70's & early 80's
  • Why I can't remember what day of the week it is, generally
  • How, when a single woman has more than one cat she's a "crazy cat lady", but if a dude does, he's a "sensitive animal lover".
  • Why I'm incapable of snapping my fingers properly
  • How I woke up wearing a chicken suit in the neighbor's bathtub that one time
  • What people mean when they say "You know what I mean?"
Happy Friday, my booty-shaking warrior monkeys. Happy Friday.

XO

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Please pass the gas.

I'm swamped today and I'll catch you up tomorrow (or not, I could be lying again), but I feel I should leave you with something, so I'll leave you with the most interesting thing that happened to me yesterday:

I was walking through Mississippi Market co-op on my way to work to pick up some lunch. As I was passing a woman fairly closely as someone with a cart was coming from the other direction, the woman farted. LOUDLY. It sounded like a whoopie cushion fart. It sounded like the kind of fart that makes one's buttcheeks undulate for several seconds after the fact. She made no apologies and moved on.

Problem was, we were in such close proximity to one another that I, in a moment of panic, quickly looked around to see who heard, thinking I could mouth "It was her" while pointing. Unfortunately, I just ended up looking like the guilty one as she was nonchalantly looking for Organic cat food nearby.

I shop there a LOT. I can only hope that I will now be identified as "that broad with the farts", or something like that.

There you go- see you tomorrow, my little fart-filled dumplings. Happy Thursday.

XO

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

People who are older than me.

It's my bestest girl Gwennie's Birthday today!
I love her as much as I love monkeys, cheese and photoshopped photos of Clive Owen nude.

If you have time today, click the pic and go over there and leave her a birthday message. Extra points if you make it dirty, include talk of monkeys, or mention how much you like seeing her poop on things.

And, an apology: after I go and tell you I won't be m.i.a. anymore, I go and join the Estonian Liberation Army and disappear again. What can I say- ain't no party like an Estonian Liberation Army Party!

Let's just pretend I've been busy doing interesting things like finally winning the Nobel Prize for my work in Erectile dysfunction research or working a second job as Carrot Top's personal assistant instead of the reality: Pet wrangling, work, having a lost weekend in Duluth, and currently- cleansing my liver and other internal organs with bleach and a wire brush, Silkwood-style.

No go- git!
Have a happy Wednesday, my poopy little liver monkeys. Happy Wednesday.

XO