Sorry, everyone. I am too busy to write a post tonight.
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All. The. Stinkin. Time.
Lloyd is playing some stupid game. AGAIN. Every second that he is home and awake, he is playing this stupid, stupid, stupid game. He doesn’t even have time to come ‘look at the cats’ when I tell him to!!
This one has gone on for several weeks, and as far as I can tell, the end goal of the game is to make your wife livid.
Perfect score, Lloyd. Perfect score.
LAUREN SMASH……… DIGITS
I am well aware that nobody cares about my bruises, but the post fodder pickin’s are slim tonight.
I got my hand caught in a door this weekend and it smashed my finger. Now there is a bruise on Pointer. I’m not going to show it to you in real life, though, because then I’d have to admit that my hands are dry and wrinkly.
I stubbed my toe pretty good last night. It didn’t hurt as much as I though it would, until I got into bed. The weight of the blanket on it was suddenly too much to bear. (I know, I live a hard, hard life.) I taped it to the roast beef one and all was well. I wondered if it was broken, because it was pretty itchy today, though surprisingly not too painful when I stand or walk. It also is bruising nicely.
Anyway, I will never show you a picture of my bizarre feet because of those crazy Royuks and their foot pride. Thanks, Brad. Thanks, Beth.
How ’bout you? Bruise easy? Ever broken a toe? Would you come check mine out and give me your professional opinion?
Full of promise!
Hello, Monday. Hello, week.
Hello, day that’s not too bleak.
‘Morning, shower. ‘Morning soap.
‘Morning, day that’s full of hope.
Greetings, shirt. Greetings, pants.
Greetings, shoes that just might dance.
Howdy, cereal. Howdy, milk.
Howdy, kittens, smooth as silk.
Hey there, bag. Hey there, keys.
Hey there, sunrise. Hey there, breeze.
Here we go, truck, down the street.
Pull into the parking – dang it I forgot that folder for the fourth time in a row.
Dang it!!
They’d never even have to place an ad…..
I have ordered two things this week and have been shocked at how quickly they arrived. I ordered a half-dozen ukuleles on Saturday (you never know when you’re going to need them) and they were on my doorstep Monday.
I ordered some kitchen-towel bibs on Wednesday, and they were here on Thursday. I didn’t select super-fast delivery for either of these – they just came super-fast anyway.
I joked with Lloyd that maybe the companies are employing psychics, because if they aren’t – they should.
Order packer: “Are you sure I’m supposed to be packing the brown shoes?”
Psychic: “Yep, ship ’em out.”
(minutes pass) Order packer: “Hey, the lady just called and ordered black shoes, but I’ve already sent the order.”
Psychic: “Relax. She’s going to change her mind in about ten minutes.”
Now in 3D
I saw this at the church where the Lutheran Choir of Lincoln practices (note that this is not its name; it is actually called the Lincoln Lutheran Choir, but people get that confused with the Lincoln Lutheran High School Choir, which is not the name of the high school choir; it is actually the Lincoln Lutheran Chorale).
Anyway, I wanted to show it to Lauren, but she is in a meeting tonight, so I’ll just put it here so that she can see it in the morning. It looks like it would be (a) something that she could do in 30 minutes if she wanted to and (b) something that would take me 4 hours and then it would look like total vine puke.
