I’ve done this before and I figured it was time again. My thoughts exactly as they come to me written out in blog post form. It’s a scary thing I’m about to do but you know what they say, no risk no reward. Or maybe they say keep your thoughts to yourself, but I’m going to go with the first one in today’s case. Lets do this.
So my lunch today was McDonald’s French Fries. I’m trying really hard to not eat those on a regular basis but I mean, c’mon. If they weren’t supposed to be eaten they wouldn’t be made. Nor would they have an emoticon that looks identical to McDonald’s French Fries. It’s such a tease that little emoticon.
Speaking of emoticons, I’m still hung up on the salsa dancer. I know I need to stop dreaming about being her but I can’t. She just has it ALL.
She will not stop staring at me right now while licking the air repeatedly. I don’t get it.
This is how I know I am not ready for kids. Annoyances like this make me want to shout and cry all at the same time. STOP LICKING. STOP STARING. JUST STOP BEING. I love her I do. But seriously stop licking at me.
I traded her for furniture. I probably shouldn’t admit that right now but I did. I bought her with my first real estate commission check back when I was 18 years old. This was at the same time when I lived at home with my parents. Turns out they got attached to her and also happened to have a set of furniture they were going to sell…..you can see where that lead. Looks like I win because the couch has never ventured into my office and just stared at me while licking non-stop.
Girls weekend is taking place this weekend. This means Chicago, a full day at the spa, and two nights of dancing. Just so happens that the hotel we are staying at has an indoor/outdoor rooftop bar that houses hot tubs in the outdoor portion. I’m not one to judge girls running around in bikinis at a bar. Just sayin’. #needtolosetenpoundsbeforefriday
I wonder if our future children will know what a word means if it doesn’t have a hashtag symbol before it. Like will they even know what a sentence is with a period at the end? #doubtful
I like wine. I like it even more at 3:30 pm on a Wednesday.
live and in action
I think I need to move to San Diego. Do you guys see that bush outside my window? What about the road?
Exactly. My world is one endless stream of white right now. Snow is cute on December 24th and 25th. It’s January 29th, waaaaaaaaaaaay past the point of cute.
I hate the word bush.
I wonder what I am supposed to get Shawn for Valentines Day? Do people still do gifts for this holiday or is that like so 1998? Thankfully I have a handful of cards to give him (because one would say “I kinda love you”. I’m thinking five will get the point across..) I’m going to start off with this one, because he just ADORES when I use hashtags and talk in tweet form via text or oral communication.
And by oral communication I mean talking. I just didn’t know how to say it, but now that I type it all out I guess I could have stuck with “talking”. Perhaps I’ll just stick to this one. Leaving my phone out of the equation may pay greater rewards if you know what I mean.
I wonder if it was a good idea to start a new blog yesterday?
Speaking of, I should probably go try to write a post for it or something crazy like that.
