i’ve always wanted to spend a week sunning myself at the betty ford clinic. i’ve been saying this for years, probably years before i knew it wasn’t so much a relaxing day spa for sober women, but a grueling rehab for drunken women.
while my grocery list doesn’t exactly qualify me for a trip to the betty, it certainly gets me closer–one day at a time!!
this truck was parked outside my s-bux. i’m really hoping they just popped in for directions and not coffee. otherwise i have to find a new corporate chain of coffee shops to support, one that doesn’t serve nascar fans.
sometimes when i have a really bad day i turn into a retard. today, was one of those days.
i got home from hell work but couldn’t get into my apartment. i drove home with my keys but when i got to my front door they were gone. i spent 20 minutes outside in the cold looking for them. i didn’t find them on the ground, i found them here:
i think it’s time for a glass or three of wine and a nice long tubby in my tub that actually drains! thanks to ddr for introducing me to the magic crystals that make cute noises when they kill devil babies.
the health insurance my office provides give us the benefit of 3 massages a month. i haven’t been for a while, but the boys still go. i kinda got grossed out last time i went and i could hear ak in the room next to me. i do not want to be naked listening to co-workers talking–i’d much rather keep that nightmare material.
over lunch today, pmk informed us he keeps his underwear on for massages. i was shocked, possibly because i’m single and take my clothes off any chance i get! so pmk has promised to take off his undies if that’s what the majority of people do.
vote, and get pmk naked!
my shower drain has a devil baby gestating inside of it. that is, in my mind, the only explanation why it remains clogged after pouring drano down it every day for an entire week.
rather than fight it, i have given up.
i now shower with water to my ankles, but today i threw in a pink rubber ducky and call it a sh’bath.
go ahead. judge me.
you can take the girl out of relief society, but you can’t take the relief society out of the girl. or can you?
it’s too cold to be outdoors so i decided to get my crafty on. this was my practice piece. i think i’m going to turn it into a magnet for ben’s fridge. whether he likes it, or not–because that’s what good sisters do.
