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As of 10:35 PDT:
8 comments for the Plain White Ts.
12 comments for Hannah Montana (aka Miley Cyrus).
Kinda like a Google Fight without the, uh, fighting.
At this moment The Dog is barking furiously at me, wagging his tail, while he tosses his lion at me. This means he wants to go to bed. Because he sleeps with his lion...a stuffed toy he stole from The Child long ago.
I must go to bed because The Child and I have to get up early tomorrow to get to this frikkety frakking rummage sale in support of the 8th grade trip to DC and may I just say, the people who are driving this train are driving ME out of my frikkety frakkety mind? Good. Because they are. Trust. You don't even want me to get into how frakked up all this is. No? You do? 'K. I'll make it simple. I'll use army code:
This weekend looks to be a Charlie Foxtrot.
Myriad things have happened this week that make me say Whisky Tango Foxtrot.
I need to trip and fall into a bucket of money and I need to do it like, now.
Seriously.
Do you know, I haven't even had cocktails with The Neighbor since Monday? Yeah, that would be the shift in the space/time continuum that you felt earlier.
Lord, I will be so damn glad when this weekend is over. You don't even know.
I need change for a $20.
Don't forget to fall back tomorrow night. What will you do with that extra hour?
8 comments for the Plain White Ts.
12 comments for Hannah Montana (aka Miley Cyrus).
Kinda like a Google Fight without the, uh, fighting.
At this moment The Dog is barking furiously at me, wagging his tail, while he tosses his lion at me. This means he wants to go to bed. Because he sleeps with his lion...a stuffed toy he stole from The Child long ago.
I must go to bed because The Child and I have to get up early tomorrow to get to this frikkety frakking rummage sale in support of the 8th grade trip to DC and may I just say, the people who are driving this train are driving ME out of my frikkety frakkety mind? Good. Because they are. Trust. You don't even want me to get into how frakked up all this is. No? You do? 'K. I'll make it simple. I'll use army code:
This weekend looks to be a Charlie Foxtrot.
Myriad things have happened this week that make me say Whisky Tango Foxtrot.
I need to trip and fall into a bucket of money and I need to do it like, now.
Seriously.
Do you know, I haven't even had cocktails with The Neighbor since Monday? Yeah, that would be the shift in the space/time continuum that you felt earlier.
Lord, I will be so damn glad when this weekend is over. You don't even know.
I need change for a $20.
Don't forget to fall back tomorrow night. What will you do with that extra hour?
Labels: annoying things, bucket o money, crazy week
cobbled together by Moi at 10:23 PM
15 Comments:
Oh, if only I knew the army lingo. But reading between the line, I'll guess that you might be hoping for a speedy weekend. :-)
It will be Monday before you know it.
I always fall back on my blog buddies-- haveing a cocktail for you!!!!
Got that right, Kimberly Ann. I think what I resent most is looking forward to Monday on Friday night. Hello? Isn't there supposed to be a weekend in here?
Thank you, my Mouse. Please have 2.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!
God I love that.
Hotel Charlie!..
The good news is,the weekend is gonna be 1 hour longer..I guess that's not really so good.
Let's use our extra hour to drink! I'll see you after church tomorrow -
Sorry your weekend is so nutzo!
xo nayb
Hat, I know. It's fun.
Sling, the extra hour, fortunately, falls during the part I love best...sleeping.
Neigb, the frikkety frakkety rummage sale is over at 2. I'll try and make it over before you have to leave for Schola.
Eighth grade trip to DC? Are you chaperoning? Please? I could sneak you out of your hotel room for evening out...
Hehehe shhhhhh
What extra hour? I am not persuaded that they gave me anything at all, but in fact, tricked me into losing more sleep. I'm thinking the daylight savings is the new opiate of the masses. I am only thinking this because it's the first thing that came out of my fingers which is to say I'm not thinking it at all. Just typing.
What a waste of good comment space. I'm sorry.
on the PWTs... the main one i was telling you about isn't in the band anymore so i release my position. i don't think they're that bad.
Outstanding, soldier. Now, I'd best get back to griping about that blasted Delta Sierra Tango.
Anne,oh my yord. After this weekend, not only am I not chaperoning but The Child isn't going. Dra. Ma. But we'll start planning our own trip back east sooner rather than later and I'll so take you up on your offer.
Booda, I'm sorry they cheated you. I so got that extra hour. I just slept and slept and slept and then I woke up and it was only some little hour in the a.m. so I slept some more. It was awesome.
Cowbell, sir, yes, sir.
if you're coming to the east coast on your own dime, then I can cash in on my free organizing session. woohoo. I could even make you a little sumpin-sumpin for dinner. is that how you spell that?
Anne, as Blondie once famously sang, "One way or another"...free organizing for you, sumpthin sumpthin for me. Everyone wins.
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