What's the name of that album? (I don't remember if I have it.)
'Trash'
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I just had two days off, and now I want to not have to go in to work. Blah!
What's the name of that album? (I don't remember if I have it.)
It was self titled. It has Don't Let's Start and (She Was A) Hotel Detective on it.
The words I'm singing now
Mean nothing more than meow
To an animal
Wake up! And smell the cat food
In your bank account...
D World destruction / Over an overture / N Do I need / Apostrophe t / Need this torture?
I used to have that as my tagline. LOVE that song.
I have those two songs (I love "Don't Let's Start" to death), but I don't remember if I have that album or if I have some "early works of TMBG" album....
Oh, good earworms. A friend of mine once described TMBG as "like Calvin and Hobbes for your ears"
In the course of a conversation over the weekend, a friend of ours said that Em was "having emotional problems" to one of his co-workers he and I were talking with.
It took me about 3 hours before I thought, "What the...? HEY!"
Do I do an email smackdown or leave it? And of course now I'm paranoid that our friends think she's having emotional problems because she can throw right good fits. I was chalking it up the being three.
And of course now I'm paranoid that our friends think she's having emotional problems because she can throw right good fits. I was chalking it up the being three.
Three is totally the fit throwing age. Do your friends have kids or know many people with kids?
I'm going to Vegas!
Found a terrific deal through Expedia to go the second week of May. We're staying at Planet Hollywood for three nights and going to the Dirk Arthur magic show at the Tropicana. I've never heard of him, but he's got big cats, the show was cheap, and you've got to go to a show in Vegas.
Gods, it's been over a decade since I've been in Vegas, and never as the destination itself. I feel so grown up. I'm going to need a nice caftan for pool lounging, because mine is not the kind of body I feel comfortable displaying poolside in Vegas. I've got scars on my shins that I don't feel like displaying. But lounging on a chaise with a glass of sangria and a book sounds delightful.
The primary goal of the trip is people watching, some gambling, looking at shops, and stuff. Hubby thinks it sounds dull, but he said, "This is your trip, set up what you want." So I'm going to play low-stakes blackjack, maybe some roulette, definitely penny-ante video poker, and observe the world outside of Utah. The only time I've set foot out of this state this entire century--scary to say it like that--was my MIL's funeral two years ago in Wyoming. And that doesn't count.
Three is totally the fit throwing age. Do your friends have kids or know many people with kids?
Aside from being childish themselves...?
Actually, they have a child, but that's a whole 'nother Oprah.