Why Paul, Robin, Lindsay and Scott should not be let loose in public
Hubby and Wife Speak or in other words What I have to put up with
Hub: Do you know you have a big hole in your underwear?
Me: huh? oh yeah, I took a spin class today.
Hub: What does that have to do with the hole?
Me: This is my work-out underwear.
Hub: So, don't you want to feel good about yourself underneath your clothes?
Me: Dude, if I felt that good about myself I wouldn't have to take the f'n spin class.
Hub: I'm just sayin..
Me: You mean to tell me that even at the gym or cleaning the house I'm supposed to wear nice underwear? You're out of your mind.
Hub: Yeah, why not?
Me: Do I need to pull out the picture of you in two different socks that don't match AND one of the socks had a hole in it? Next time you're in the boardroom, I'm sure you'll be all warm and fuzzy thinking about that sh*t.
Me: walking out of the room mumbling sh*t I can't write about cuz our parents read this damn blog.
I have been trying to exercise my brain (whatever the hell that means) lately. I'm doing this because I'm tired of walking around the house singing SpongeBob's It's The Best Day Ever.
Even though it sounds lame, knitting actually makes my brain work quite a bit. Trying to figure out the patterns that look like hyroglyphics, looking up how to do this stitch and that, and trying to keep track of what stitch your on seems to really make me concentrate/mess with my head.
I'm working on a 550 piece puzzle in my spare time (yeah right or in other words, the thing may never be finished) trying to keep my brain from turning to mush, reading Drawing from the Right Side of the Brain, and trying to figure out how the hell to crochet..oh yeah, and sudoku. Whoever invented that crap should be shot.
None of the above, however, could stop me from almost walking face first into the frig last night for no apparent reason.
I've mentioned before I love to cook and that I'm a vegetarian:
So why the hell am I cooking this? Ick! Because I'm the only vegi in the house.
What I look like when I'm happy...or in other words When I've had too much of the sauce
It's all romance and fairy tales during the courtship:
Until they get married and reality hits the princess.
and finally..What's wrong with this picture?