For no reason, two recent examples of corporations blatantly trying to kill us:
- 7-Eleven now has a line of sandwiches made between two slices of pizza. For those of you who really really hate your heart, arteries and digestive system.
- And now there's a super-strength antacid commercial, featuring the theme song to Welcome Back, Kotter, whose main thrust is "don't stop eating the foods that are rushing you headlong into a massive heart attack, use a stronger antacid instead."
My weekend plan for tomorrow is just hanging around and resting my wrist. possibly watchig deadwwod dvds or something. sunday, wool festival.
Yay for sucessful cat inflation, Sarameg!
Weekend plans:
Tomorrow: Little League game for Emmett at 12:30, which my Portland brother will be attending, yay! Then to mom's house for dinner.
Sunday: Church for me, followed by laziness or possible ambling through the park playing tennis-ball catch if it stops being so gray. Hec and Emmett will go for straight-up lazy and catch.
There will likely be burritos in there somewhere as well, and possibly Italian sodas.
The forecast definitely calls for lots and lots of sleep, with a slight possibility of mattress-shopping. Two nights ago Hec and I were jolted awake at 2:15 by some asshole ringing our doorbell for no reason, and last night we were attacked by the mattress and slept a total of maybe 6 hours between us. The mattress has gone well past old and tired into a state of active rage that we're still using it, and is now deliberately thwarting our every attempt at loss of consciousness. It's war. It's the mattress or us, and we're the ones with brains and credit cards, dammit.
Sean, perhaps the parent corporations have diversified to include funeral homes.
It's Friday. I have 1.5hrs to go.
I am cranky, I am bored, I am feeling weirdly like chopped liver, and I have no chocolate.
Send Help.
Devi is such a walnut brain. She tried to bite me. Through the glass. All she got for her troubles was a bonk on the nose. She seemed surprised.
Sean, for the love of all things holy, you just gave me an unshakeable "Welcome Back Kotter" earworm.
I KEEL YOU!!!!!
you just gave me an unshakeable "Welcome Back Kotter" earworm.
You are not alone. I keep singing it to the cats.