Photo Opportunity

MyPoolBoy found this awesome eye candy on Facebook.  Had to share so that you would spew your morning coffee on your computer screen like I did, thereby wasting perfectly good Baileys (REAL Baileys, too... not the knock-off crap you get from the bottom shelf because it's still a week from payday and you have to save a little money until then to buy shi+ like FOOD). 

BUT....Honestly, my first reaction was "Where did he get those slammin' boots?"

 

  My second thought was" "Do they come in size 7?"


Then I realized I was supposed to be ooged out or appalled or whatever by the picture.

Kinda looks like it could be one of the very earliest publicity photos of the Dos Equis "Most Interesting Man in the World." Back when there was only Uno Equi.

THEN I started trying to read his tattoo.  Because, I was informed by MyPoolBoy, it is not a bikini top, nor is it a leopard print tie to match the boots draped sexily (Ok - I seriously could not type that word just now with a straight face) across his cleavage.

Great news!  I got the photo to zoom in Picasa to get a closer look at the tit tat.  I do not recommend this unless you have alcohol handy - isopropyl - the kind you can use to disinfect your eyes and at least temporarily blind yourself until someone can come in the room and pull the plug on your computer and drive you to the liquor store to buy the OTHER kind of alcohol to disinfect your memory of the close-up of excess body hair you will be witnessing.   All I can make out is what is in the middle "NTRO"  or "MDRO."  iNTROduction?   AMDRO?  conTROl?  Remote Control? 

One of the girls at BannedCamp thinks it says "MAN TROPHY"

And wtf is it that he is holding up?  Grapes?  A wad of shaved back hair?


Please Gawd, someone tell me they burned that couch.

Welcome to McDonalds

This is the kind of crap I find on the Internet when I don't have anything to do on a Saturday afternoon.

Craigslist Made Me Laugh

Not as good as the Freakshow Craigslist post but the last part made me LOL

"I have a bunch of fresh cut bamboo from yard work today, it is free to who ever wants it. Just drop me a line. Oh and please no dumb questions you can answer yourself using google. I have a backyard full of bamboo that grows 12feet every 3 days all year, I just want it gone..... I don't care if you use it to beat your kids or build a boat. just come and get it "

Breaking Training

Before I get too far, let me just point out that the best part of faculty meetings is food.  Our campus usually does a fabulous job of providing enough fare to keep my mouth busy chewing and disengaged from smart-mouthing for at least a little while. 

So. When we had a "short meeting" last week I had to make sure that I went by the candy machine and spend an assorted accumulation of change from the bottom of my purse on Snickers bars for our table because in meeting-speak "short meeting" has nothing to do with the length of time that elapses nor does it refer to the stature of the participants (although Felix could preside over such a meeting as its president).  "Short meeting" actually translates to "no food provided."  

Anyway - there was plenty of food at the meeting today because it was a REAL meeting and it kept me relatively quiet but, it wasn't at the meeting where my mouth ran over this time.  It was the fabulous surprise copy machine training presentation that occurred AFTER the meeting that prompted me to entertain all within earshot.  This surprise copy machine training presentation was brought about by the unfortunate near-demise of our beloved copy machine by someone who pulled on one of the interior components a wee bit too hard in order to presumably remove a paper jam. 

Now, if you've never had the good fortune to have surprise copy machine training inflicted  sprung on you, let me just tell you - I was able to behave for a mere 3 minutes.  Unfortunately, the training lasted about 45 minutes.  So for the better part of the first half of the remaining 42 minutes, I fought the strong urge to mouth off.  Alas, I lost the battle about 25 minutes into the ordeal and I began to make off-color references concerning the copy machine terms and components and therefore succeeded in providing entertainment for all those around me for the remainder of the training. 

After we had ascertained that if you pull on stuff inside the copier too hard it will, in fact, break, we learned some valuable information like there are stickers which serve as sort of guides/instructions as to what to do in the event of future paper jams - unfortunately that means that we would have to actually read the guides/instructions instead of just opening compartments and hoping to find the jam in our own little effed up version of office machine roulette.  So THAT's no fun. 

We also learned that you shouldn't touch any of the interior components that are not labeled with the aforementioned stickers or that don't have a green handle or knob or switch on the component.  Unless you're color blind.  I said it just loud enough to emit a titter from the 3-4 folks near me.  Felix shot me a "please shut up" look.  Which never works. 

As the copy machine training presenter guy continued our education he let us know that the machine had the capability of scanning and reading both sides of a document at once so that it will be "looking at your backside."  I KNOW.  That was just asking for me to stand up and look at my backside. 

As he pointed out the various computerized features on the touch screen, he let us know where the 2-sided feature was, where the stapling feature was, and that there was a logout button and a CLEAR button.  I announced that the CLEAR button must be for running transparencies.  

A few of the folks around me started complaining that it was getting stuffy in the tiny room with about 50 people standing around watching the copy machine training presenter guy.  I offered to assist in ending the training abruptly and clear the room for them by farting.

No takers. 

Horror-Scope

I had a thought about the whole astrological controversy in the news right now: 

The Zodiac Killer is gonna have to start all the h3ll over.

For Pateeta

F*CK CANCER!

More 2012 and WWJP

There's a Hopi Indian 2012-myth-debunking on tv right now.  MyPoolBoy pointed at the tv and said "2012" and I confused him by saying "no, 2102"  and he's like "what?"  and I told him that the clock on the cable box read 9:02 and that it was NOT 2012, but 21:02.  He is growing a bit weary of my quick wit. 

Now. WWJP.  What would Jesus pack? I saw a VBS (vacation Bible school)-type picture of Jesus looking down over the shoulder of a little girl with some little verse like "Jesus loves the little children" or "Jesus loves me" or something.  As  Jesus gazes down from where he is seated, you notice he is holding what is undoubtedly SUPPOSED to be a rod or staff to comfort the little girl.  Except this rod or staff appears to have a protrusion of some sort coming off the midsection of it, making it look eerily like a shotgun.  At least a semi-automatic.  Yeah.  Jesus holding a shotgun butt against his hip.  I could hear the signature "Ch-chk" sound in my head while I imagined Jesus cocking the shotgun against his hip all white trash-like.

I don't think it is so farfetched to think that Jesus would carry a shotgun.  Let me remind you that WAY before Charlton Heston served in the NRA protecting the 2nd Amendment, he was put in charge of the 10 Commandments.  

I made a few of these comments about this photo to Felix and Hyphen and Duckit.  They rolled their eyes at me with the usual "you're really going to burn in h3ll" look that they always give me - and then we all  busted out laughing.

 Look - this is the EXACT SAME PICTURE - except someone who is obviously saving a seat for me in h3ll has ACTUALLY superimposed or Photoshopped the shotgun that we had only imagined. 

I just told MyPoolBoy that if his name was Jesus (Hey, Seuss) that I could get a tattoo that says "Jesus loves me."

He rolled his eyes at me.

Last Post of 2010

First of all I would like to remind everyone that after tonight, we are all merely one year away from me claiming my rightful place as the Princess of the Leftover World.

Anyway, here is my Alpha and Omega - the first post in a long time and the last post of 2010: BannedCamp had a discussion thread concerning Facebook posts that cajole you into putting that you love Jesus in your status or you will be forever known as one of the 99.9999 percent of heathens on this planet who have access to a computer with Internet capability who won't put it in your status.  Because our omission or perhaps outright refusal to do so means that we DON'T love Jesus.

Is this a chain letter?  Am I going to have bad luck and get hit by a Greyhound - either a bus or a dog - if I don't?

Seriously people, it's like a virtual form of those "Honk if you love Jesus" bumper stickers - which I have always considered to be like Christian drive-bys, anyway.  People 3 lanes over don't know why you're honking, and oncoming traffic is clueless as well.  So people are recklessly Jesus-honking and only them and the car in front of them are in on it.  Besides, I'm not risking someone getting all road-ragey when I honk at you because A) you forgot that the sticker is back there and are just getting off of a long, frustrating day of work at the U.S. Postal Service or B) they have just stolen this car at gunpoint and they have no idea that the sticker is back there. 

So even though I walked out of church on Easter Sunday, and I converted a $10 auction pulpit into a bar in my backyard, here is what I will admit to: "I love Jesus, but I drink a little "



So then I decided to go and "friend" Jesus on Facebook or join the Jesus Facebook group or get the Jesus Facebook app so that it will show in my updates so that even though I have not put Jesus in my status, I am willing to allow Him to appear in my "feed." 


First, I typed Jesus in the search box on Facebook and the only two that I had a mutual friend with were Jesuses with Hispanic last names (the kind that are not GEE-SUS, but more like HEY-SEUSS) so I'm thinking that everyione who is posting this stuff about proving their Jesus-ness either knows a different Jesus than I do or they are lying about it.

There is a Facebook group called "Jesus Jesus Jesus" and I think I might know THIS one cuz I sang a song about him in vacation bible school from the time I was 4 (Sweetest name I know), so yeah,  it HAS to be him.  BUT it shows him with creepy Charles Manson looking eyes in the profile pic and  there are no mutual friends, there either.

I also know that it is NOT Charles Manson because Charles Manson has a Facebook page... which conveniently has a link at the bottom of the page where you can click to "Report This Person."

And I bet Charles Manson and I might actually have some mutual friends. 

My Sunday Reading Material

Another BannedCamp suggestion

Amazon Flask Review

You Know What's Funny?

Drop cheese whiz in the middle of a fat dog's back. 

My Response to Some of Y'all's Facebook Secrets Answers

Here are the "secret questions" that various folks have answered about me on some Facebook application that will probably cause us all to get hacked and crash our computers with viruses.

I have decided to respond to each one because some of y'all don't get me AT ALL.
 

Is WTl's profile picture cute?	Yes	At the moment it is the picture of me in my BMW with a tiara.  Of course it's cute.
Do you think that WTP puts 'hoes' before 'bros'?	Yes	not alphabetically
Do you think that WTP can eat more than 3 Big Macs at a time?	No	Do I get fries with that?
Do you think that WTP is cute?	No Yes	Obviously this answer was accidentally clicked - I fixed it.
Can WTP hold their liquor?	Yes	Are you freakin' kidding me?  After a certain point in the evening I can't even hold it with my hands! BTW - who else's liquor am I holding? -- "their liquor"
Do you think that WTP has ever played strip poker?	No	no comment
Do you think that WTP would turn you in to the FBI if they asked?	No	Whatever it is, I was probably involved, too, so this answer has to be no.
Do you think that WTP grinds their teeth while sleeping?	No	Again with the their.  I envision me with a mortar and pestle and and evil laugh while the teeth of some dude named Edgar and his cousin Berenice fall out of a box.  (obscure Poe reference - it made me laugh)
Does WTP have a nice smile?	Yes	Which is proof I don't grind my own teeth.
Do you think that WTP has ever pranked call someone?	Yes	Maybe if they added "recently" to that.  Nope.  Nevermind. I have.
Do you think that WTP would sell you out for $100k?	No	I don't know who answered this, but they obviously don't know how many bottles of vodka $100k would buy.
Do you think that WTP is a good friend?	Yes	This was probably answered by the same person who thinks I wouldn't sell them out for $100k.
Do you think that WTP will do anything to get what they want?	No	I usually get what I want anyway.  I've never had to test this premise.
Do you think that WTP spends more than an hour on facebook everyday?	No	I don't even spend that much time on my hair.
Do you think that WTP can keep a secret?	Yes	Yes.  Like I secretly think whoever took these quizzes is an idiot, but I don't tell anyone.
Do you think that WTPl has ever fantasized about you?	No	Obviously, this was not answered by Rick Springfield.
Do you think that WTP has ever taken money for a bribe?	Yes	Yeah. $100k. To sell you out.
Do you think that WTP brushes their teeth regularly?	Yes	Even at school.
Do you think that WTP has ever failed a class?	No	Secret: sleep with the professor.
Do you think that WTPl is funny?	Yes	That's why you're here, isn't it
Do you think that WTP has ever mooned someone?	Yes	Was that YOU?????
Do you think that WTP scored above 1500 on the SATs?	Yes	Actually, no - but pretty dayum close.  That was the OLD scaled score, too!
Do you think that WTP has ever gone hunting?	Yes	I'll take you.  We'll hunt for snipe.  That's what they use when they're training snipers, you know.
Do you think that WTP wants to 'come out of the closet'?	No	My shoes are in there.
Do you think that WTP has a good work ethic?	Yes	hahahahahahahaha!
Do you think WTP is cute?	Yes	Thank you, MyPoolBoy!
Do you think that WTP can eat more than 3 Big Macs at a time?	No	Who's been around me during PMS week?  Not this person.
Do you think that WTP is annoying?	No	Someone who has never been around me when I'm drunk.
Do you think that WTP is tone deaf but doesn't know it?	Yes	Well, NOW I do!
Do you think that WTP has ever used steroids?	No	That's right...  My  once-a-month moodiness is in no way related to roid rage.
Do you think that WTP is a sore loser?	Yes	Especially at strip poker.
Do you think that WTPl sings Britney Spears aloud when no one is around?	Yes	And when other people are around.
Do you think that WTP is an underachiever?	No	Seriously?  If you knew my IQ, this would be a resounding Yes.
Do you think that WTP is a scrub?	No	Nor WILL I scrub.  My house is filthy.
Have you ever had a crush on WTP?	No	Because MyPoolBoy would pummel you.
Do you think that WTP thinks wine in a box is classy?	No	I KNOW that it is not classy.  You can't drink it if it is still IN the box! That's why I pour it into a Mason jar to drink it.
Do you think that WTP is socially awkward?	No	I'm pretty much happy anywhere.
Do you think that WTP is annoying?	Yes	Actually, I know that Lurch answered this one.  It showed me his profile pic. You're grounded.
Do you think that WTP is cute?	Yes	Thank you, Felix.
Do you think that WTP thinks shopping at Wal-Mart is classy?	Yes	EVERYTHING is classy if you wear rhinestones while you do it.
Do you think that WTP could shoot someone if they had to?	Yes	Or even if I didn't have to. I might shoot someone for the h3ll of it.
Do you think that WTP can run a mile without stopping?	No	WRONG.  Which is why when I chase you down to shoot you, I will catch you.
Do you think that WTP has ever lied to you?	No	You're right.  I've never lied to you.
Do you think that WTP cried while watching the Titanic	No	Cried from LAUGHTER!
Do you think your first impression of WTP was right?	Yes	So that impression must have been fun, witty, outgoing, lovable - right?
Do you think that WTP has soft hands?	Yes	Because I don't do any work.
Do you think that WTP has ever kissed a guy?	Yes	A guy? HAHAHAHAHA!
Do you think that WTP has good credit?	Yes	If I had good credit, do you think I would be taking $100k bribes to turn people in to the FBI in order to buy vodka?

Rats!

Here is the report that I had to send to the GrandMarshal this evening.  I wonder if the rat's name was Ben?

When I was leaving from dropping off my sub plans this evening (exiting the west door behind the cafeteria) I saw a BIG GIANT FREAKING NEW YORK CITY SEWER RAT running from the cafeteria across the sidewalk and out into the grass by Hyphen's window.

I am not exaggerating about it being a big giant freaking New York City sewer rat; as in, it was not a field mouse nor an escaped pet gerbil nor a shaved hamster.  It possibly could have been a malformed chihuahua or a possum that had been in some sort of nuclear accident.  At any rate, the campus cats are either falling down on the job and should be written up for neglecting their duties OR the campus cats have been EATEN by this big giant freaking New York City sewer rat.

I only surmise that he was from New York City because he was heading back north.

Running on Empty

Well  APPARENTLY the gas tank on Lucille is off by a quarter of a tank.

Because that's when it chugs and sputters to a complete halt. 

Also, I am metaphorically "out of gas" because it was a crazy day trying to see Thunderduck for a little bit for his birthday, rushing out to pick up Chunk from football (which is when I ran out of gas), then drove him back out to the stadium since MyPoolBoy had a class tonight. 
Creative Writing.   
He wrote some haiku. 

I am happily surprised to report that none of them have to do with fartlighting or power tools. 

Sing a-Wrong

On Karaoke night of our Lucille trip to the coast, the KJ (DJ for karaoke, duh), would selfishly sing his very ownself in between all of the patrons' (our) requests.  It was ok until he made a stupid, fatal mistake.  Fatal as in - he killed the party mood.  Pretty sure that KJ was a local and just didn't get it.  The coastal wildlife bears a bit of explanation to fully understand the caliber of citizens that we encounter when we're down there.  In defense, it is entirely possible that there are other islanders who are NOT like this - but the establishments we tend to frequent and the sheer eccentricity of our collective personalities seems to draw an off-brand of human contact. 

The Lucilles had sung some of our usual fare to entertain the meager crowd, which consisted mostly of us and a few weird old dudes who had followed us from the two previous bars that we had visited.

These gentlemen did not include Santa Claus, who used some BS about hamburger helper as his attempted pick-up line.  A first for me.  Lucky for him/unluckily for me, I was drunk enough to actually engage in a conversation with him about hamburger helper and all its virtues, and coming from my white trash background, I had quite an extensive amount of knowledge on the subject that resulted in the conversation lasting for a rather lengthy time that implied interest.  Gawd help me.  

However, who DID show up was the waiter that Felix had made an impression on at the restaurant where we ate the previous evening (how? I don't know cuz she was bi+chy and rude as h3ll to him over the availability of a particular brand of beer, but she smiled cattily the whole time, so I am pretty sure that he mistook the smiling for attraction.)  He obviously had accrued too many dui's and/or didn't have a vehicle that ran and had followed us ON FOOT from bar to bar (he kept showing up much later than the other guys and by the time we got to karaoke we saw him and figured it out).   MyPoolBoy came down for the weekend and we stayed an extra couple of days and we actually saw him with a WOMAN walking across the street from our hotel.  Said woman had no teeth - not just bad dental hygiene habits with resulting gaps - NO TEETH as in, she must've left her dentures on the nightstand that morning - she was wearing no shoes - and she had her cut-off jeans unbuttoned AND unzipped.  Hand to GAWD.

Also present and accounted for was Phil.  Phil was there to sing, by golly.  And meet women, if the opportunity presented itself.  And he hadn't had enough to drink yet to steady his DT's, but that didn't keep him from erroneously thinking that our laughter was a sign of interest rather than the horribly inhumane, insensitive ridicule that it actually was.  Phil used the karaoke arena as his personal concert venue and moved about the bar like he was Tom Jones at the Vegas MGM Grand.  He walked up to Larva and put his hand on her shoulder as he sang to her.  Larva had made the mistake of looking especially cute that night in a little strapless dress which meant Phil's hand was on her BARE shoulder.  As soon as he walked away, she began screaming for someone to disinfect her.  Which we did.  Because for the first time in my life, I was in an establishment that had a huge pump dispenser of hand sanitizer right there on the bar. 

Can. Not. Lie. About. Shi+. Like. That.

So.  Karaoke evening had gone a little mild for my liking, and I elected to put in some songs in that would liven things up.  Larva got up and sang "Because I Got High" with me, and then I got a couple of girls to do "Hit Me With Your Best Shot."  This was followed by "PMS Blues."  We had a theme of girl-power going.  And that - THAT - is when the KJ made his fatal error.
He sang "Only Women Bleed" by Alice Cooper.  All of you under-40 somethings need to heed the following lesson in pop culture:  Alice Cooper is NOT a woman.  It was a guy and his band from the 70s who did some really good songs like "School's Out" which is a timeless classic, but also did some freaky shi+ like "Only Women Bleed."  Of course, it has to have been written and sung by a man because it stretches a testosterone-laden mind to have to get a meaningful or deep lyric into a song.  Basically, it goes
like this:
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah but only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed

Sure.  Let's sing this to a crowd of crowd of women who outnumber all the men in the bar and who have just been selecting such numbers as "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" and "PMS Blues." Clearly he was missing the point.  We are not the type of girls that are beneath using the men's room and leaving the seat down. Or putting a pantyliner in your tip jar. (Way to go newbieLucille - "Tipper" is your official blog name now!) 

Here's a clue, buddy --

Ask John Wayne Bobbitt if only women bleed.

The Absolutely and Quite Possibly Completely Incoherent Ramblings of the White Trash Princess on a Random Wednesday Evening

Admonition, my pretties: There is no structure, reason, nor sequence to any of the following.  It is extremely probable that there will be multiple typos, misspellings, and grammatical errors, but Deep Eddy is my friend this evening, and so I'm in eff-it mode.

Just so you know.

Ok.  Now - Some news.  My Beemer sticky things came in today!  Basically these are pieces of vinyl pinstriping that aren't stripes, but triangular wedge-shaped (quarter circles) that go over the blue parts of the BMW logo and make it a different color.  And that color would be ...... PINK!!!!!!

Cute right?????

It's not the sparkly crystal ones, but it will do for now.  I got a set that covers the front emblem, the trunk emblem, and all four wheels.  It is adorable!!!!!!!!!!

I am well on my way to having this car be completely undrive-able by MyPoolBoy.  He can hide the pink trim on the black seat covers by sitting just right.  The pink sparkly "Princess" sticker on the front windshield isn't too obvious.  And I think he almost tolerates the Yield To The Princess bumper sticker that Striptease gave me.  Which incidentally is not only ON the bumper now, but is holding a crack on the bumper together, so it is off-center on the bumper but is for purely functional reasons. 

AND I got this precious little photo clutch that is black and white toile with a pink monogrammed initial on it to store my insurance and the extra vinyl wedges in -  THEN I got (at the liquor store - and you KNOW I cannot make that shi+ up....) a MATCHING black and white toile train case to keep in the trunk of the Beemer to store stuff like brake fluid, quarts of oil, leopard print duct tape, Beemer Glue (5-minute Epoxy from the car parts store that we relabeled as Beemer glue because shi+ keeps falling off and this stuff really holds it together pretty well), and all the parts that I am finding in the ashtrays and in the trunk and under the seat that I haven't yet identified but I strongly suspect will need to be reattached using the Beemer Glue.

And.  Before I forget... QueenB asked me the other day what my Beemer's name was.  I had never thought about it.  And it's one of those obvious things like my tramp stamp tattoo that took me three years to figure out what it should say and when I finally figured it out it was a "duh" moment.  At least this one didn't take that long.  Bi+chslap and I decided that the Beemer should be named - obviously - LUCILLE!!!!!!!!!!! 

In other news.... I am blogging for a friend who owns a home theater company (This is the link here).  It is my first "real" writing job that I am being paid for by any means other than scholarship money.  The beauty of this gig, my first "professional" writing, is that I negotiated to be paid in vodka.  CAN. NOT. MAKE. THIS. SHI+. UP.

 Also.  Went to lunch today with MyPoolBoy and Felix and Hyphen.  Went to the restroom and when I got out, I went to wash my hands and out of the other stall came a restaurant employee.  And SHE WALKED THE F&(K out of the stall after me and LEFT THE RESTROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did not wash her hands.  Well.  I bi+ched loudly and sat back down to finish my soda (I wasn't gonna EAT anything else!) and she must have had an Ex-Lax Blizzard from the Dairy Queen next door because she had to go to the restroom again before we left.  So I followed her.  I'm all stalkerish and shi+.  She must have known what I was doing because I didn't pee or anything and I sort of stood outside the door like some kind of creepy ax-murderess and waited for the water faucet to be turned on.  Which she DID this time because of my creepy ax-murderess stalker behavior.  Except there was no soap.  And I KNEW that because I had washed my hands in there before.  And she DIDN'T know that because she DIDN'T wash her hands in there before. 

Dear Blessed Mother of Sweet Fancy Moses.  I had all kinds of heart palpitations and pseudo-asthmatic near-panic attacks.  Almost choked on my Dr. Pepper.

So.  Tonight.  I spilled about a half a glass of tea on my lap.  I was wearing my ugly pants (they're actually cute turquoise and white and orange and green paisley pants, but because they have more than 2 colors on them, MyPoolBoy has deemed them as ugly) so the spill didn't really show.

At this point I decided I need to pee, also.  I commented out loud that I could just pee in the chair and no one would know because my pants and the chair were already wet from the tea.

Not a comment that was well-received by the other establishment patrons.

GAWD.  People are so SERIOUS. 

I also sat in an inservice today where the presenter was using Johnny Depp as an example of an actor that kids would identify with and since they had seen Pirates of the Caribbean, they would want to go see Alice in Wonderland, etc., etc.

no. shi+.

Look, people.  Pretty much if Johnny Depp was in the Bloodborne Pathogens training video we have to watch at the beginning of every year, I'd watch it (for a change).

Stuck On You

Striptease left this fabulous bumper sticker for the convertible POS Princess Mobile in my box at school

Because there was not enough room to write "Back off, seriously dude, because the blonde behind the wheel is learning to shift a 5-speed and might roll backwards and kill you dead as she is driving while peroxidated."

Appiness

MyPoolBoy found an app for his phone that basically turns his phone screen into a karaoke screen.  I mean, plays the music, has the words color-coded, tells you when there is a musical break -- the whole thing. 

Then he starts griping cuz some of the songs aren't working. 

Glass half-empty. 

I told him it doesn't matter - it is KARAOKE ON HIS FRIGGIN' PHONE.  Does he not realize how much fun that would be at a faculty meeting???? 

Glass half-full.  

BFGC

Due to her predisposition to run and cower on the bed and shake whenever someone new enters the house, Thunderduck's pet bull has earned a new nickname: BFGC (Big F~%*ing Giant Chihuahua). 

Now for some bad news:  the BFGC just ate the heel off of one of my Frederick's of Hollywood Beer Pong stilettos. 

I'm a Trophy Wife

I told MyPoolBoy this morning that he was my favorite person and that I loved him.  He just sort of grunted.  So I asked him if I was on his nerves and he said "not yet" - in other words, he had the full expectation that I was eventually going to be on his nerves so he was just answering as truthfully as he could at that particular moment in time.

I tried to continue the conversation by telling him that I tried really hard to fix myself up and look pretty for him like a trophy wife, and he actually agreed! 

Then he said that he would gladly taxidermy and mount my head and hang it on the wall next to whatever other big game trophies he could acquire through future deer hunts or safaris.

Look Out!

BannedCamp has provided a good round of screeching laughter for me once again.

Just watch the video.  I posted this on QueenB's facebook so some of you are gonna get double-dipped, but y'all - "Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, hide yo husbands, cuz they raping everybody out here"