Sadly, I read kind compliments like yours and there goes that voice in my head muttering, "If I'm the best they can do they really need to meet a better class of people, because I'm not all that and a bag of chips."
What the hell is that voice doing in
your
head? I thought it was firmly stationed in mine.
What the hell is that voice doing in your head? I thought it was firmly stationed in mine.
That voice is one fuck of a multitasker, I tell you what. I'm pretty sure it's broadcasting to any number of Buffistas.
Pffft. Silly voice. JZ's pretty much the gold standard for All That.
I got an email from my SIL, and they're okay and it's raining. So no worry about them.
I'm so glad.
Still haven't heard anything from Stephanie. If the address I have for her is correct, she should be a fair bit south of the fire area near Colorado Springs.
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Separately, JZ is better than a bag of chips. She is a carton of chips. A whole pallette worth of chips.
"If I'm the best they can do they really need to meet a better class of people, because I'm not all that and a bag of chips."
Dude. You are the BIG bag of chips. The Costco size bag of chips that feeds hundreds of people and fills them with warmth and satiated feelings because they are THE BEST CHIPS EVER and will never buy another kind of chips because no other chips can compare.
You, my dear, are a great big bag of Ambroisa Chips. Srsly.
JZ, you're All That and TWO bags of chips. You just tell that voice in your head to Eat. Your. Chips.
Happy birthday to Ms. All That A Bag of Chips & A Glass of Freshly Squeezed Lemonade.
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JZ is a bag of those incredibly addictive Stacy's pita chips.
I just tried to like flea's post.