June 10th, 2008 -- Posted in thisnthat |
Further investigation today has denials, as expected. But what REALLY amuses me is where the blame was cast.
On the City Mayor.
THE MAYOR.
I have to admit that part of me? REALLY HOPES THIS IS TRUE… because that means I told whoever called to tell ‘her’ (and our mayor is conveniently female to boot) to “suck my ASS. She’s lucky I don’t dump all my shit on HER lawn!” In fact, the thought of that message being passed to the Mayor verbatim makes me all tingly in naughty places. *smirk*
I think it’s awfully convenient that the Mayor was seen driving by and thus must have made the complaint, but well, the only one who knows for sure is the person responsible. Guess I’ll just have to invite Ms. Porter over to the yard party after the Painting happens… just to make sure all the people involved get the full benefit of DayGlo goodness.
June 10th, 2008 -- Posted in thisnthat |
…that you watch too much Reality TV before bed:
Pup wakes me in a crying hicuppy sniffly panic because she knew she spit out her gum before going to bed but maybe she didn’t because now it’s all over her thigh and knee and she can’t get it off and she CANT GO TO SLEEP STICKY LIKE THIS MAMA OMG WHAT DO I DO?
I wake up with a confused Thought Train that consisted of huh? what? wait… The Mole was about to execute one of the Nashville Star contenders with a hot pink Stiletto heel stolen from the Legally Blonde Musical: Search for the next Elle Woods girls! NOW I WILL NEVER SEE THE FACE OF THE MOLE AND KNOW HIS IDENTITY before he hides out in Hell’s Kitchen where he THINKS HE CAN DANCE his way out of trouble!
I finally managed to voice a “…i mean, uh, take a shower and use soap and a scrubby child, then go back to bed…” out loud, though.
How to know that you’re a good blogger:
…I came here to tell you about it at 3:45am, instead of just going back to sleep to the hum of the pup singing in the shower…
