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Beer anyone?
Anyone?
Bueller?
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All my beer is gone...
:(
Ha Ha?
Bah Humbug
I was out of Coke Zero on Sunday but the weather was so nasty that I didn't want to venture out to buy some. That was torture.
I'll have a beer and I don't even drink beer. With so little help around this joint, do I have to get it myself now? Oh, and yes smarty pants. I get it. Of course I'm laughing. You're such a little wise ass.
Typing is hard tonight. I'll tell you why. I'm trying to return my office/studio to it's former glory, but there are only 24 hours in a day, there's construction and math involved, so this is as far as I was able to get today. My office used to have two huge desks, one at regular height and one at drafting height with a stool for drawing. I removed the regular height desk and rearranged my office/studio with only drafting height. It's never felt right. Never. So in attempt to right a wrong I worked my ass off today while doing a gazillion other things. Unfortunatly I'm left with only a drafting height desk tonight on the opposite wall, but a regular height chair!!!! I'm looking at my computer screen, oh about 7-8 inches above normal people, have my arms above chin level trying to type and using my thigh as a mouse pad. Oh joy. Yup...this is gonna work!
Now let me tell you a funny story. On top of everything else today I had to clean the house for the plumber (yes, I'm insane). While trying to get to the trash and recyling bins something happened on the way through the garage. As you all know, we're remodeling, so for some reason almost our entire life has ended up stored in the freakin' garage so only "pathways" now exists. I was making my way to my destination with a bag of recycling in my left hand as well as a huge bowl of water for a stray kittie I feed and a bag of trash in the other. I don't know what the hell happened, but as best I can recollect, I ran into the leg of a stray bed and it nearly scared the shit out of me. My knee jerked, hit the recyling bag, sent everything everywhere which in turn sent the water bowl flying to the rafters. I just stood there with my garbage bag and water all over me, the boxes, the bed, the Rubber Maid Christmas storage boxes and the floor. I felt paralyzed looking at the mess. I could do one of two things: Laugh or cry. I laughed my ass off. I'm still laughing. My sisters and dad would be so proud of my "Shemp!!!" It really bordered on brilliant! I considered cleaning up the mess, but didn't. It's a garage. Ahhhh hell, thing'll work themselves out. I had to get to cleaning the bathroom...then my office. I didn't have time to waste on water. So I picked up the recycling and braced myself for stepping into a complete downpour to empty my trash. Life comes at ya. Duck.
Love you guys. And yes, there was a post, but I told you I'd have to delete because my sister would go nutty. They all have this thing about privacy. *Rolls eyes in head.* Thanks Leah and Megan for your comments and thanks RC for reading it!!! And yes Megan, I commented on your blog, but changed my mind. I didn't have time to explain so just deleted. Sorry about that.
Love you all.
XO Blottie ;)
I have some leftover landshark from New Years... Anyone want some?
BEER ME!!!
Sounds like Suz and I are doing the same thing only she's spending money to actually remodel. Must be nice!
Love you guys!
Is it Friday yet?
Lemon drops for everybody!! I am ready...
Suze, I can relate to the garage thing...I intentions are to empty it out in the spring...if it ever gets here,LOL.
Are we ready, 1,2, 3...shoot that lemon drop...Yee Haw!!!
It's Happy Hour somewhere in the world isn't it?
I found some wine.
Got any food? I'm hungry.
I'm going to make some lemon-garlic chicken fillets and some mashed potatoes. But I don't have any green veg. You got any green beans or peas or somesuch?
Green beans or fresh spinach?
Green beans. Spinach ick. The texture creeps my mouth out.
Alrighty then... green beans it is.
Ok, picture me, going reaaaallly long...
going really long? Do you think JB has the stamina to keep up? Or any man for that matter. Ok, just tell me to shut up, I guess we all know where my mind went. I have fried Chicken and asperagus for lunch. Anyone care to join me?
Cece... it's only 10am out here, so it's more like brunch, but I'll join ya.
Cece, my mind went exactly where yours did. Why don't they just get a room? Hell, I'll buy the Coke Zero!
Okay, I'll have the mashed potatoes and the green breens. I'll also have the green beans if they're still on the menu. Oh, and almost forgot...I like them really long too. With herb butter and a bit of garlic.
And QG, you're killing me. Honey, I have no money left after the past six months. I'm putting back in what I took out almost a year ago. All I had to do was go rummage for all the shit in the garage and then find all the screws and braces I so rudely yanked out. Now all that's left is to remeasure, level, hammer in ankors and you guested it, I'll be back where I started. Absolutely pathetic. But at least I'll feel creative again. My original office worked. Lesson: I should have left well enough alone, but instead got all wacky on me an ruined a great thing.
Giggie...there is nothing like a garage to collect stuff. Why?
Love you all,
Me :)
:)
Have a cupcake with your green beans.
Ugh. That just sounds kinda ugly, so here's what I'll suggest...a carrot cake cupcake with a side order of green beans. That should do it.
XO
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