Astonishing Fact
In spite of the (random, unplanned and completely hysterical (at least to Hat and moi)) Day of Hundreds of Comments and all it entailed, I got a ton accomplished yesterday. Accomplished in that "Finally, this is no longer hanging over my head" sort of accomplished.
Which is proof that I am not as addicted to my computer as I think I am.
Who am I kidding.
'Course I am.
But I am obviously functional.
No interventions, please.
I like my sweet little bloggery addiction.
Which is proof that I am not as addicted to my computer as I think I am.
Who am I kidding.
'Course I am.
But I am obviously functional.
No interventions, please.
I like my sweet little bloggery addiction.
Labels: accomplishment, Blogtopia
cobbled together by Moi at 6:32 AM
150 Comments:
we all need an addiction!
Thanks for making my blog part of your addiction! You rock.
And at least mine doesn't impair my driving, Mouse.
Kimberly Ann, Back atcha, girlfriend. I adore your blog.
Last night I dreamed I ate an entire jar of jelly.
I blame you.
Sorry, Hat, but I'm only taking responsibility for dreams involving large bags of Cheetoes.
I like Cheetos.
But not the Cheetoh Girls.
They bug me.
Actually, no they don't. I've never listened to them.
Not too found of this Hannah Montana thing either.
I think she's coming here next month on her world tour.
I once shared a bag of Cheetohs with you.
I won't be going.
The crunchy kind, not the puffs.
I also like mustard.
We hate the puffs.
But only on hamburgers and hot dogs.
They don't belong on other things.
For not being addicted to your computer, I find it charmingly amusing that you happened to be sitting at your computer the exact minute I started spamming your comments.
And yes, we do hate the puffs.
And seriously, are there really people in the world who don't know who Sally Field, Dolly Parton, and Julia Roberts are?
That was utterly ridiculous.
And I'll be you those girls still haven't gone and watched that movie like we told them to.
They were probably Cheetoh girls.
I can't believe your neice didn't make you listen to the Cheetoh Girls.
She likes them.
She loves Hannah Montana more.
She's seen them both in concert.
Me too.
Me too on the seeing them in concert and on liking mustard.
Mustard has 0 calories.
I think it's charmingly hysterical that you are being paid to spam my comments.
So do pickles, and celery.
Spammer boy.
Plus, pickles cure hiccups.
Dill pickles, I mean.
I just put mustard on a ham and cheese sandwich.
Mustard is good on ham and cheese, too.
I wish I had some Cheetohs, though.
I KNOW! Those girls were barking mad.
Not sure if other kind of pickles cure anything or not.
Plus, the other ones might have calories.
I could give them a pass on Shirley MacLaine, barely, but Dolly? Julia? Sally?
You clearly don't have to be a movie buff to work at Hollywood Video.
Yeah, but we did get a free movie.
Pickles are awesome!
And you were in your pajamas.
I'm going to start wearing pajamas in public more often.
I still have that big jar we bought when you were here.
To cure the hiccups.
It's half full.
"Pajamas."
That's a funny word.
But that's because they are a crunchy and nutritious snack with 0 calories.
Not because anyone has had the hiccups.
Sometimes you can get hiccups from drinking too much champagn-ya.
The free movie was because it was my birthday.
Not because of the pajamas.
The pajamas were because you dared me to wear them to the store.
"Pickle" is also a funny word.
But it's not as funny as "pajamas."
It's all the bubbles in the champagnya.
"Pickle" is a funny word.
So is "pants".
You know what's funny? Pants that dial cell phones.
OMG! "Pants" IS a funny word.
I don't think it was my pants that dialed the cell phone, though.
I think it was something IN my pants.
Like my keys.
Or my camera.
But it wasn't my cigarettes.
Cigarettes aren't mean like that.
They just get a bad rap, on account of killing people.
You wish it was something in your pants.
Trousers.
That's a better word.
Especially if you say it with a British accent.
The British eat kippers.
I prefer lox.
And pancakes.
Not to mention, I don't think your cigarettes were ever in your pants.
I mean, trousers.
Who are we kidding? You weren't wearing pants.
You were wearing jeans.
Jeans ARE pants.
I don't think jeans are trousers though.
I feel obligated to interject the word "slacks" into this equation. But that's all I'm going to say for fear of getting run over if I stick around here any longer than I have to. (zoooom)
My grandma called them "breeches."
Now THAT's a funny word.
Jeans are not slacks, Hat.
But slacks are pants.
It's true, jeans are pants, they are neither trousers or slacks.
Breeches is a hysterical word.
Actually, breeches is AN hysterical word.
I have to walk The Dog.
He's growling at me.
If you go to the land of a thousand JP faces and jiggle it up and down (oh my!) it looks like JP and Christina are making out.
Please don't post 20 more comments while I'm gone.
Omigosh, Hat, you're right! That's some good fun right there.
Is it just me or did that sound like a gauntlet dropping?
This is comment #100. I just wanted to point that out.
And also, I think there should be some sort of prize for that.
Like a pickle.
Or cheeetos.
Or some pants.
You know, you are the only people I know who can make a gauntlet out of a sow's ear.
Or something like that.
And we had a very nice walk, thankyouverymuch.
I collected autumn leaves.
The Dog peed on autumn leaves.
It was right out of Robert Frost.
I like prizes.
I hope he didn't pee on the ones you were collecting.
Especially if they are shiny.
Remember when there were real toys in Crackerjack?
The dog, not Robert Frost.
I miss those days.
I hope nobody peed on Robert Frost.
Because then his name would have to be Robert Thaw.
Sometimes you would even find an entire pair of pants in a box of Crackjack.
hahahahahahahahaha!
Dude, do you not have a job?
'k, now I'm laughing so hard at how insane this is that I might have to pee on some autumn leaves.
But not Robert Frost.
That would be disrespectful.
Plus, you know, he's dead.
You could still pee on him.
Or at least, his grave.
But yeah, disrespectful.
Not to mention, probably illegal in most states.
You know what we should do this weekened?
Play 80's videos.
Because then I won't have to pack.
Which I hate doing, and didn't really want to do anyway.
I could leave a nice bouquet of autumn flowers on his grave, though.
I wonder if he liked pickles?
HAHAHAHAHAHA! I just read the past 20 ot bits o' banter really really fast and it was like an excellent SNL sketch. Ahhhh...(wipes tear)
I LOVE 80s videos!
Plus, I'm an enabler. You don't want to pack, I'll give you an excuse not to.
I'm nice like that.
Come on, Eileen.
JP, what's your favorite kind of pie?
French Silk.
That was my favorite kind of pie, not the material my pajamas are made of.
And isn't "excellent SNL sketch" an oxymoron?
I can so make that.
Pie, not pajamas.
And I hate to sew.
But I like to bake.
And "excellent SNL" skit isn't near the oxymoron that "MTV" is.
Wow, I can't believe I missed out on this. LOL
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