Oh sj, the darned headache needs to leave you alone.
Not much chance of that. Headaches lurve me. It's really beautiful out today, which is great, but pretty much a given that I will have a headache.
vw, can you have the dog sitter help you get the suitcase when she gets there?
Huh. I've been getting a mammogram, the blood tests, and the headache, but now I'm drinking a diet coke and eating Girl Scout cookies. So, even if it doesn't help, at least we're being self-indulgent together, sj.
Yay, self-indulgent!
IOmemeN, my grandfather is taking me out to dinner tonight, because Mom and stepdad are on vacation, and I usually eat with them on Wednesdays. He's so sweet.
I really should get around to doing laundry while I'm here. The candy is gone, but the soaps are still on.
can you have the dog sitter help you get the suitcase when she gets there?
I got it. We're all good.
And the doggies are on their way to mom and dad's to be spoiled rotten by the sitter. Boy were they excited to see her!
Suzi should totally come to Phoenix and teach me "Baseball for Dummies" cause my latest fake boyfriend is a fiend. Tell your company it's a humanitarian mission or something. And if cookies are self-indulgent, I'm a total whore today.
Suzi should totally come to Phoenix and teach me "Baseball for Dummies" cause my latest fake boyfriend is a fiend.
I like this idea. I really do.
Me too. Lots. And not just for the entree it will give me to make indecent suggestions to Keith Olbermann.(although I suppose "Excuse me, you have too much candy," might also work.)
Although if I don't ever get to do that, quite possibly the terrorists have won...invoke Homeland Security.
my grandfather is taking me out to dinner tonight
That is so sweet. I hope you get rid of the headache before dinner, sj.
if cookies are self-indulgent, I'm a total whore today.
I've heard that about you, Erika. Want a cookie?
Always room for one more, pet.
And, when, fandoms collide, KO invoked the evil of leather pants yesterday. Apparently, some sportcaster named Berman(who I keep wanting to call Rick Berman, though that is Star Trek man...) tried to pick up some chick in Scottsdale in leather pants by just waving and saying "you're with me, Leather,"(Her finger gesture was not recorded for posterity, and, no, it wasn't me, although why does that crap always happen here?) My contribution to my discussion was that Berman should have watched "Buffy". He might have known better.
Maybe it was Anya, hard at work. Because nobody in sports can say "leather" without snickering at this dude, which strikes me as perfect vengeance for a married man in the public eye, don't you think?
