Retail Therapy. It does wonders: diminishes signs of wrinkles, re-infuses color into gray hairs, keeps muscles toned from walking all over malls and shopping centers. But mainly it is because of all your amazing new stuff. Don't even try to deny walking around the house in your new "just had to have them" heels and/or shoes in your skivvies. All girls do that.


Tuesday Oct 21 08 by heatherkeido

I cooked Brinner (dinner for breakfast) at 2:30 this afternoon. How weird was that? Since the fella started working 3rd shift, he doesn't get home until 4am.

Out of mere curiousity, I wonder how many times you can vacuum your home before the carpet starts to come up? I guess it all depends on the type and quality of the carpet and the vacuum.

What about the furniture, if you wax it too much is it possible to damage the finish? I'm fairly certain our floors and toilets are clean enough to eat off of, although I won't try. I leave it to our dog, Brody. He never seems to mind.

(PS - I know it is eureka, it's a joke.)

It's about time I started writing here. I mean, I talk faster than a Big Johnson shoots a bass boat (that's a hefty sized boat motor for you non-fishing gals out there). And I almost always have something to say. Regardless of whether or not it is asinine.

Today is brought to you by the letter C.

C is for Crap. I think I've said that word at least 100 times since 7 this morning.

Thank you for your ridiculous laws, Mr. Edward A. Murphy.

C is also for Comcast. As in, Comcast, you are my Calgon today. Thank you for saving me from putting my proverbial cajones on random peoples noggins.

Last, but certainly not least, C is for Cantankerous men. What in the world makes a man unable to use his brain just before going to sleep or just after waking? Sometimes I want to soap-sock him, except he prefers shower gel to the bar soap so there is no Zest in this nest. (Sorry, I've watched "Hot Rod" one too many times) I guess I'll just glare at him a while instead.