She can’t wonder why people want to stab her in the throat, can she? Here are Gwynnie’s fashion picks for spring… Go peruse whilst I dull my knife.
Have had an über fun week! #sarcasm Today’s treat is my annual mammogram! Yahoo! An currently in the waiting area, naked from the waist up, wearing a stylish gown, and no deodorant! Yay! I may be exaggerating but I think this waiting room smells like raw onions and fear.
More fun posting later! Maybe I can get a walk-in colonoscopy!
OMG. They are INSANE. INSANE!!!!! SMH. #judging #vomiting
So, good evening. And ouch. A fun pre-St. Patrick’s Day Date Night last night. And “a few” proseccos were consumed. ‘Nuff said. (actually, I’ve already blogged about it – nice early onset dementia there, Kelly)
Today, I cooked my first (and LAST!) corned beef thingy. Not corned beef and cabbage b/c the corned beef stinks enough as it is! Anyway, knowing my family, I cooked alternate meals. For 11, ham and tater tots. For Sarcasmo, corned beef and tater tots. For the Frug, corned beef and mashed cauliflower (JFC, that stinks too!). For me? Scrambled eggs and bacon (and let’s be honest, tater tots). So, with the corned beef, ham, and bacon, Otis was beside himself. I literally slipped in a puddle of his drool. I repeat, LITERALLY.
So, corned beef? WTF is it? It’s some part of the cow that you cook for hours and yet it’s RED. WHY?! It looked like liver when I opened the package and like a dried up red tongue when the cooking was finished. ICK. And the spices? GAH. The stench. Someone save me from the stench.
Hope the Frug enjoyed it ’cause that is a one time meal. *gags*
Good Morning and Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
The Frug and I celebrated Green Drinking Day as part of our Date Night last night. It was drunken debauchery to the nth degree. People were openly making out in the bars…grinding on the dance floor…lots of loud talking…drink spilling…phone dropping…whores cackling…you get the picture.
Soooo…at any good drinkfest, there’s bound to be a line for the loo, right? So, I had to wait in 25 whore line for a 2 stall bathroom. Ugh. Meanwhile, the Frug had my 4th (?) prosecco waiting for me.
Here’s where it gets ugly. He sends me a text that he’s feeling a poop coming on. And he has my drink. I’m in line and cannot risk leaving the line (bc, quite frankly, I was in an urgent pee sitch)…my next text to him was “wait, where are you?” And his horrifying reply was “in the crapper”!!!!!!! *shrieks* My reply “WITH MY DRINK???” Answer? “Yup”
OMG OMG OMG
Anyway, it made me think of my big idea. Read drink condom idea to refresh your memory. Why isn’t this a “thing” yet?? I know the Japanese have this…
So, Mama needs a mani/pedi. And a brow wax too. The problem is the Frug has me on double secret budget lockdown. Cash is even being tracked. Shit. What to do? (Do NOT say “Do them yourself” b/c you have no idea how piss poor my fine motor skills are!) The problem with my fun beauty treatments is that the bill just JUMPS OUT on the credit card statement: MASSAGE EXPRESS! Diana Nails! Vitalia MedSpa! I’m like “hush!” kwim?!
So, my idea is…what if the nail and massage places could ring it up as some sort of hardware store like Home Depot or Lowes or something? Their company would still get paid. It would just be a special transaction or something. The credit card bill would say “Home Depot $25” and, when questioned, I could say “Oh, just got some misc. stuff for the house.”
OMG, another thought. Why can’t Target have a nail salon????? Hello?!?!? They have Starbucks and Pizza Hut. Why not nails? Come on!! BRILLIANT!!!!!
I scare myself sometimes.