So just a few quick items:
* I remember, as I picked up my dog from the pound a few years ago, telling her that "I haven’t the means to provide to you the standard of living to which you have become accustomed." That’s when she jumped out the car window and tried to run back to the shelter. It’s been a battle of wills ever since, and alas, I fear that I’m losing.
* I set a new personal best last night with 9 tacos. I considered making this an installment in the ongoing lecture series "How To Stay Single," but as no one was there to actually witness it and have therefore been repulsed to the point where any potential possibility of future romantic commitment was snuffed out, I’ll just mention it here.
* Bears vs. Packers this Sunday. The cheese-grater hat will be making an appearance.
* Who the hell is going to cook prime rib this Thanksgiving? Damn! We’re in a tight spot here!
* When things seem bad, try to remember the Happiness Fairy:
9 comments:
Hey at least your blogs aren't sending out endless negative energy like mine do (at least the ones about my office).
Apparently you listened when you were told "If you don't have anything nice to say..."
Ok so I meant 'like mine ARE'. Hey I've been up since 3 a.m., ok!
*I thought you were being mean when you said she was dumb. I know better now.
*That's gross
*Glad to see that you are thinking about manly things rather than mushy girly things.
*Mmm. Prime rib = yum. Turkey = yuck
*I though the happiness fairy looked a little different.
"thought" not "though"
It's kinda nice when people mess up their comment and go back to correct themselves. Makes you look like you wrote something worth commenting on. I mean that in the nicest way possible.
Yeah, turkey sucks. Someone who shall remain nameless has apparently hijacked the Thanksgiving Orphans' top chef this year. We'll make do somehow. Not all the puppies at the pound get adopted, after all.
Mac & Cheese and Razor blades. Who's bringing the Thunder Bird wine?
I didn't hijack "the top chef" she is coming of her own free will. I think she has to work that evening anyway.
Oh yeah, one other thing. Sorry I f'ed up your steak dinner.
"Not all the puppies at the pound get adopted, after all."
Don't ever say that again! It's the most depressing thing I've ever heard!
If you get all the stuff, I will give you detailed directions for the making of the prime rib.
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