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I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
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Friday stuff.
-I had a dream the other night in which I found out I was pregnant. I was more upset over having to give up Diet Coke than I was excited about the pregnancy. I think I'd have a similar reaction in real life.
-We're going to a Super Bowl party at a Giants fan's house. I'm excited. But Tim wants to take the T instead of driving, but I do NOT want to be on the T with a bunch of crazed sports fanatics after the game, no matter the outcome.
-Obama's Al Green rendition made me feel funny in my pants.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
Re: Friday stuff.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Last night we were all sitting and watching DVR'd Idol from Wed. night. The Liberian refugee guy came on and they showed his father. I was immediately like, "is his dad named Deewee?! That was the name of my imaginary friend!". Jason turns to Miles and Mabel and says, "it was a simpler time when your mom was a kid. There was no internet, so she was forced to make friends the old-fashioned way: creating them in her head"
Thanks a lot, buddy.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
lolz!
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
Ew. Yeah, drive. Unless it's, like, in Malden Center, Malden's not that great to get around without a car, especially on a Sunday.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
He was going to pick us up from Malden Center. I just don't want to be on the orange line with crazies anymore than I have to, haha.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
This may have been the longest week ever. I didn't have one appointment outside the office, and five days at my desk has been killer.
We can't settle on a Super Bowl menu. I thought I knew what I was making, but it's changed every day.
There's a girl in Ian's new class named Plum.
Moo and Bethie, help me out with some Boston info. We have a gift card for a restaurant in Melrose. We're going to a Celtics game on a Friday night in March, and are trying to figure out if it would be a giant hassle to have dinner in Melrose then head back south to the Garden for an 8:00 game.
I think it sounds like a big ol' pain, but Fran thinks we should try. WWYD?
I slept like crap last night because i am so sore and yet I still packed my dang bag to try and go during lunch. I might skip out and just go do time on the eliptical instead of boxing, but boxing is so much fun. Apparently I like hitting stuff.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Lol at Jason. Poor lonely November.
Im getting ready to head to our first mom/baby class. I'm ridiculously excited, my life is boring.
Bethie will appreciate this, I am so farking tired of hearing about Gronk. Gronk, Gronk, Gronk, ankle, ankle, ankle.
Claire Elizabeth 12/31/2011
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I took Connor for a one day trial at a new daycare today. That seems really weird to me. J is taking him to his parents' house next week to buy some more time for decision making. All of the options that I thought were livable in person had bad reviews. Almost none of the places appeared as new/clean as the one he was at before, though I realize that obviously doesn't equate to quality care.
This has been a pretty awful week. I want the weekend to start now, even if tomorrow is going to be super busy.
We have no Super Bowl plans whatsoever. None.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poBPVvlH7hw
I think the new Napoleon Dynamite animated series is pretty goddamn funny. I am pleasantly surprised.
I had a GTG dream last night. We were driving around, and HT was annoyed because she was on her period and experiencing tooth pain (because your teeth try to space out when you're on your period, didn't you know? It's super common). Then we saw Mashed and Hezz trying to cross the street in the pouring down rain. I woke up as soon as we stopped to see what they were doing.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
The Liger episode the other night was fantastic. I loved Uncle Rico's answering machine. I'm still waiting for Bob's Burgers though. WTF March!
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
For less then ten cents a day, you can feed a hungry child.
Sorry Mgarlits. That sounds sucky.
A customer is mad we changed our hours. To appease them we said we'd drop their shades off, not knowing they're up in Rockland somewhere like 45 min from home. We thought we'd drop them off Sunday so we had something to do when everyone else is watching football. These picky people say sunday is no good so we're going Saturday night. But, we're doing them a favor. I hate when people are diicks.
I had a dream that B was B and he was also John Travolta. He had a 15 yr old boy that I guess wasn't mine. I wasn't even really there. But the 15 yr old saw a movie and decided to stab B/JT. I spent the whole dream trying to prevent B's death. It was awful.
I went to the cocktail party for the magazine you helped us win the contest for. I ate everything that wasn't nailed down. I was sitting with some Snookalikes for a few of my plates. They were staring. I was like, "Hi, I'm Tara. I'm usually on Jenny Craig. This is my night off. I'm eating everything." They just laughed and went back to their martinis. And continued staring like, "This girl is STILL eating?!" everytime I accosted another cater-waiter with bacon wrapped whatevers.
I just want to, like, follow you around and study you and watch you. When you become famous, can I join your entourage?
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
You can. There are always good eats wherever I am. And the first thing I do at these things is stalk the cater-waiters. I station myself outside the kitchen.
This old-money gussied-up old bird who is known to be at every single event that comes up- her photo is in the mag at everything- asked me to model her jewelry. So, of course I said yes just to see what that'll be like.
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Oh, jeez A. How long are you stuck for?
Mr M and I had a fight last night. It was stupid. He had the day off, but he was really cranky and did jerky things like leaving me to do the yardwork, than coming back all grumpy because I wasn't done yet and he'd either have to wait more or help. So I didn't want to go to bed until he was asleep and really relishing some alone time. He came down and picked at me until it was a fight. Why can't he just leave me alone when I say I want to be alone?
Now he forgot his lunch and wants me to bring it to him. Uh, not happening.
"The meek shall inherit the earth" isn't about children. It's about deer. We're all going to get messed the fuckup by a bunch of cloned super-deer.- samfish2bcrab
Sometimes I wonder if scientists have never seen a sci-fi movie before. "Oh yes, let's create a super species of deer. NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG." I wonder if State Farm offers a Zombie Deer Attack policy. -CaliopeSpidrman
Last night I met a guy at a bar. He was really cute, but wearing a suit and a stupid hat. In response to my ridicule and questioning, he explained that he was a member of the band that had played earlier (we got there after the band had finished). Turns out he is in an a cappella group, and does "bass and percussion." Beatboxing. Awesome.
So this morning I found the group's webpage and couldn't stop laughing. They are really talented, but super cheesy. Now I'm not sure if I can take this guy seriously. But, they do perform on cruise ships, so that's fun. And apparently they have been on tv shows and stuff.
I think I agreed to go on a date with him. Will there be a MM category about "most interesting hook up"? What if I demand that he beatboxes during the sex?
well now you HAVE to have him beatbox during sex you know.
yesterday when derek was on his way to pick up Alison from daycare, he came across a poor golden retreiver who had been hit by a car in the middle of the road, and was struggling to move, but nobody had stopped for it. He stopped to try to get it out of the street, and eventually someone with a pickup truck stopped and brought it to the vet. when i got home and he told me about it he said he had lost faith in humanity and was annoyed that i hadn't already seen his FB update about it so didn't know what he was upset about, and needed to take a nap. his status was to wish that whoever hit that dog and ran, should eat a bagofdicks and rot in hell.
this weekend i think we are going to something at the colisseum called "discover the dinosaurs" that involves models and animatronics and various dinotastic activities.
i'm a little bummed that i didn't bring any salad dressing even though my salad is full of fruit and candied pecans and chicken. bitchbitchbitch!!
Vicki, can I be a creeper and ask you to send me the link to their website? I want to see if I know of them.
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