Last night I stopped at a light at the corner of Mt. Zion and Mt. Zion. A directional sign pointed towards another Mt. Zion. The Atlanta street naming team needs to be replaced. Immediately! (there are many intersections like this in the area, usually named Peachtree.)
I’m at the end of a tube of toothpaste. I’m able to get by with just a dash of toothpaste right now but if I had a brand new tube, I’d smear it all over the brush, some of it would drop in the sink leaving a glob I would have to clean up. This is an observation only. I refuse to learn new behavior.
We have waaay too much bread in out kitchen right now. I keep using the newest bag of hamburger buns – let others eat the older stuff. (“A”, I’m sorry, but that’s just how I am)
Why does everyone pretend not to see that green thing in the refrigerator that was formerly a cucumber?
I love the recent Dunkin Donut’s commercials – the music is great especially the song about “my thighs sticking to the pleather.” I stop what I’m doing and watch them every time. I don’t eat their doughnuts though.
Carlos Mencia is hilarious. I’m glad he’s the methadone for my Dave Chappelle addiction withdrawal.
Our office had our summer party at a wine bar on Saturday night. I didn’t embarrass myself – at least as far as I can remember. I’ll find out today.
I skated at a new rink last night: Skate Zone. Yes, I have new fans there. (I love it) To the chick that gave me gas face all night: “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”(some of you older readers remember the commercial and get the lame joke)
I saw an old friend from Nueva York on Saturday. The mini-reunion was held at my ex-husband’s lovely home. His girlfriend moved in with him recently and I overheard him saying to one of his boys, “I’m going crazy – the ex is in one room the girlfriend is in the other.” Poetic justice I say. He had a girlfriend over at a barbeque while we were still married. I stayed longer than I normally would have just because.
Can anyone love me more than I love myself? I hope not – I don’t need a stalker. I did have a stalker for a minute, but I suppose he just lost interest. I didn’t even get the “it’s not you, it’s me” speech. He just stopped sending me the lewd emails.
I spoke with one of my ex boyfriends on the phone last night. He had NOTHING new to say. Sad, huh?
I’m jealous of the many witty bloggers out there who have actual topics every day.
I want a surprise birthday party! November 20th is my b-day, but the party can be any time that week. I’ve been practicing my “surprised’ look so I won’t ‘blow it’.
I always think I’m the best dancer in the club. My children think otherwise.
Can you tell that I’m was known as the “ADD” wife of one of my exes? This post is a great example of my normal thought process.