WTF was her sister thinking!?

"If I outlive her, I get Grandma's silver!"

"If I outlive her, I get Grandma's silver!"

Snerk.

I was thinking, "I may never have to share the bathroom again!'

Oh, you guys, I went to the worst party tonight...

Oh, you guys, I went to the worst party tonight...

Did they kill a caterer just to watch him die?

Wait, that wouldn't make it the worst party, that would be hi-larious.

Did they kill good conversation just to watch it die?

How so, bon bon?

(or, what MM said)

Trying to figure out how to worstify a party.

If horrible things happened and they didn't involve people you knew, that would probably be entertaining.

So I'm guessing it was boring andd the food was bad.

Was Carrot Top there?

Oh, you guys, I went to the worst party tonight...

Full of nerds and book people?

I know I'm really getting into character when I pronounce "Jake" as "Ha-keh." Dude. She meant Gyllenhaal.

Dude. At lunch today, I introduced myself as "yay-see." En Spanglish. I wasn't even speaking Spanish! And yet? Der.

I hate my computer. It's old, it's cranky, and it takes me two hours to put together a Christmas mix CD (when the CD Creator asked for the next disc, it would reject said disc at least five times before recognizing that, yes, there was the proper disc in the player and it could proceed to read the damn thing). I'm tired, but have to go downstairs and start my laundry (if I wait until the morning, I'll never get it done before I have to start my morning Christmas shopping. Blah.

At least I get to listen to the CD to make sure it works before I give it away tomorrow. I like the blend of music on this disc--Bette Midler singing White Christmas, The Weavers singing a Shalom/Peace on Earth medley followed by a spiritual, then everything from Simon & Garfunkel to the Brian Setzer Orchestra and Mediaeval Baebes to John Denver and the Muppets.

I introduced myself as "yay-see." En Spanglish. I wasn't even speaking Spanish! And yet? Der.

I always pronounce my name the Spanish way. I wish some more Americans would give that a shot.

I went to 4 hours of black belt training still bearing the migraine that wouldn't die (it's been since Wednesday). Required me to stand outside the room and look dazed a lot. Hopefully anything I learnt went straight into my subconscious and not into the dustbin.

Have Jamaican folk music stuck in my head. Where did I put that t pre tag? Ah. Found it.

Dis long time gyal me neva see you,
Come mek we wheel an tun.
Dis long time gyal me neva see you,
Come mek we wheel an tun.


Peel head johncrow sit pon de tree top,
Pick off de blossom.
Mek we wheel an tun gyal, 
Come mek we wheel an tun.

And there you have it. You'll have to just imagine my abbreviated gyrations.

Also, I hate doctors who have not yet authorised a refill on the prescription I called in on Wednesday, and insurance companies that pretend I'm not insured, despite having taken my money.

And I hate having a cold.

Now I'm going to make myself insensible with pharmaceuticals.