Archive for March, 2006
Because today is my Mumses..ahhh…61st birthday? Hold on, lemmie do the math. 45, 90, 10, 6…yeah. I think so. Well, if it isn’t she will either be pleased that I undershot or grumpy that I overshot. Anyway, happy day older mumses!
I’m feeling really laid back this morning, possibly because I’m yet again caffeine’s bitch – having partaken of the wake-up juice somewhat extensively this weekend – and haven’t figured out that my state of happy ennui is most likely just the last desperate stages of withdrawal. Yesterday I was dragging, complete with killer headache which fits the classic second day lack of caffeine symptoms. I prefer to live in denial and blame the weather. We can all dream yes?
Nothing really here, just a meme thing to fill in the space.
Wow (the expression), I can not believe how lazy a weekend we had. I thought last weekend took the cake for slothatude but I think we topped ourselves. The only way we could have done less is if we were dead. Truly.
The creativity is at a low ebb it seems, at least for figuring out blog titles.
AHHHH! AHH! AHH! AHHH! AHHHHHHHH! 31 tiny, fast evaporating, flitting, fleeting days until The Smithee Awards and I have NOTHING DONE! AHHHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!
I heart Sam’s club just about as much as I HATE! Sam’s club. Sunday, we discovered that they closed at 6 when we rolled up to the doors slightly after the hour. HATE! But just a mild HATE because hey, it was Sunday after all. Lots of places have limited Sunday hours, although I might point out to Sam’s Club that Meijers just down the road is open 24/7 and Meijers does bulk as well. I’m just sayin.
Meet our newest houseguest. Meow, this is the booniverse readership. Booniverse readership, this is Meow. Meow’s visited before and each time there is a HUGE angst storm courtesy of the weirdoes.
This would have been a picture of a beautiful spread of St. Patrick’s day sugar cookies…possibly frosted in green, maybe just sprinkled with green sugar on white frosting (assuming I posses green sprinkles somewhere) if I had actually made sugar cookies like I planned to. Alas, I did not make any cookies so a pic of the cutter will have to do. At least now I know that I have a shamrock cookie cutter and that’s half the battle of making St. Patty’s day cut out cookies. Apparently, making the dough is the other half, a task I was not up for. Let’s just say that I’m letting the cookie cutter rest up for next year. Yeah, that makes me sound less lazy and more compassionate.
If my mumses were Caesar, I bet Brutus would have to have more than just his co-conspirators to take her down. Mumses is one strong willed lady!
Crocus: Strapping scouts of spring or dumbass flowers that bloom too early? Discuss.
I’d lay out a wonderful weekend recap for you but we did a whole lot of nothing for three days solid. The one thing I did manage to do was wolf down an entire onion in one sitting, so that’s telling you something right there. I’ve got sloth nailed, babE!