Hey, it’s Tuesday. In my world, that’s what we’d call “on time.” 😉
Thanks Sherri, for the questions!
I’m hardly ashamed of the suitcase full of — ahem — accoutrements. You know, dozens of toys, lotions, potions and other stuff like that. And the red feather boa — do not disrespect the glitter. 😉
I am mortified that, no matter how many loads of laundry I do, I seemingly cannot make a dent in Laundry Mountain.
Hah — two in a row. Motley Crue and Bon Jovi, back-to-back nights. I remember camping outside of the record store with my mom, back when I was in middle school. Of course, mom was younger than I am now, so it was cool.
I got pneumonia waiting in line during those cold, wet nights — I was so sick for so long that I almost didn’t get to go to the shows, which were at least a month later. But I did and I was totally a high-haired rocker chick from the get-go. 😉
I ate at the Wendy’s in Van Dorn Station about a year and a half ago and got deathly ill. I’d gotten the spicy chicken sandwich — I was on deadline and was close to pulling an all-nighter, so I’d opted for that for sustenance. Holy crap, I was throwing up for the next 12 hours — I lost at least five pounds that very evening.
Perhaps I should start eating there again, incompetent servers and all. I think that was the one order (in my three-plus years of going there) that they’d ever gotten right. Bleah.
They are atop Laundry Mountain right now — I’d worn ’em on Saturday when Ted and I went museum-hopping in D.C.
They’re stonewashed (sort of a lighter blue) and boot-cut. They are a twee bit long for me, as I am 5’4″ and that’s just-too-tall for petite length. I have to buy average-length jeans, else they become floods.
Average-length jeans, though, drag on the ground, so I have to wear shoes with heels so I don’t get them soaked. Although, as we just got six inches of rain this weekend, staying dry? Not fucking possible.
Anyway, I love those jeans. Nothing special about them — just comfy and soft. Yes, Erica, I’m not kidding about my adoration of denim. 😉
At my old job, I worked offsite two days a month, which involved me snoozing in front of a TV for about four hours. I miss Ellen DeGeneres most, although Maury Povich and his let’s-do-47-paternity-tests shows rocked socks — I love trailer trash!
Did I not already tell you of my suitcase full of toys?
Oh, you mean the kind you plug into a wall and demolish plaster with? Heh. Not yet, but I do need one. Else I need a very handy, hot male who will come over and thrust his bits around where I need them most.
Ahem.
*fanning self*
Volunteers to come and drill some holes in for me? 😉
Mom makes fantastic lasagna, complete with homemade mini-meatballs. God, I haven’t had that in years.
Enh. I hate cooking for one, as I have Italian blood and am automatically programmed to cook for 20 and that equals lots of leftovers. You can only eat something so many days/meals in a row before you never want to face it again.
I prefer to make appetizers and desserts — finger foods, individual portions, etc. I do taco rings and quesadillas and cheesy horseradish dips and spinach/salmon dips and cocktail weenies in crescents and fondues and crap like that.
Yesterday. I smiled a lot, actually. Life is very good right now, and I am a lucky, lucky girl.
I’ll tell you about a grand giggle I got Sunday. My mom watches this one TV program for this celebrity that I happen to know in person. Anyway, she’s got the hots for him and is probably throwing her underwear at the TV screen, if I know her. She may still be in them, as far as I know. 😉
In any event, she loves his upbeat personality and suggested to me, “I’ll bet he’d giggle while he’s being sucked off — don’t you think?”
I kept a straight face for a good 20 minutes before I realized that my mom. Said this. About that person. And what would our mutual acquaintances say if they’d heard that? LOL. Well, if they read this blog, I guess the secret is out. 😉
Favorite museum to spend a whole day?