The fabulous life of....
Friday after work i went to a funeral. I got really dressed up. My co-workers were shocked. I even got a 'hubba-hubba'... i guess its better than getting a 'tubba-tubba'. Actually I didn't feel that dressed up, because in real life i dress up, i just don't try very hard at work, because who do i need to impress? no one.
The funeral was sad. I mean how do you talk about a funeral? It was very sad.
I saw a lot of people i hadn't seen in years...
For some reason a lot of people were under the impression that i had gotten married. Um no. Someone even said I was a fussy girl for not just sticking with one guy and settling down. Really? I felt like i was in a movie. Small town girl goes back home for a funeral and everyone questions why she is 31 and not married. So i compensate by saying, Well i just bought a house and I have a good job.... does that count? egads!
Shannon Tweaker had a party that night, and all my BFF's from high school were there. We talked about all the guys we used to date and how it was like kissing each other because we had all kissed the same guys. gross.
Saturday I met Ellen for a little flea market action. But this flea market was like a glorified garage sale. Although i did fill up 2 bags for $6 of totally awesome junk.
Saturday night i went out by request with Heather of the EO, you may have heard of her and Female K of K and\or K. Plus a bunch of other really rad ladies. Like one named Katie who i liked a lot and she doesn't know this but I'm kinda stalking her now via facebook. And there was Lana who is cool and Ellen of the flea market and McKenzie. We drank margaritas on the rocks and pointed at each other with our middle fingers.
Sunday i woke up feeling not so hot... and totally bailed on my cousins birthday brunch. sorry k.
So i laid on my couch, watched Super Troopers, read my book club book, got bored, made a 'jewelry area' in my bedroom, watched the leaves fall, decided not to rake them, cleaned up cat puke, did a load of laundry, made tilapia, talked to Shannon, baked cookies, watched Crazy\Beautiful, wondered why Kirsten Dunst never once wears a bra in that movie, baked more cookies, talked to my dad on the phone, laughed to be nice when he told me this joke:
Chelsea Clinton asked Bill, Dad what are your 3 biggest fears?
Bill said: Osama, Obama and Yo Momma.
Then i baked more cookies, packaged them up for the troops, clipped my cats nails, (but not near the cookies), got into bed, tried to read, fell asleep with the lights on, turned the lights off, decided i needed to check my email one last time, went back to bed.
TMI, but i learned from the best.
The funeral was sad. I mean how do you talk about a funeral? It was very sad.
I saw a lot of people i hadn't seen in years...
For some reason a lot of people were under the impression that i had gotten married. Um no. Someone even said I was a fussy girl for not just sticking with one guy and settling down. Really? I felt like i was in a movie. Small town girl goes back home for a funeral and everyone questions why she is 31 and not married. So i compensate by saying, Well i just bought a house and I have a good job.... does that count? egads!
Shannon Tweaker had a party that night, and all my BFF's from high school were there. We talked about all the guys we used to date and how it was like kissing each other because we had all kissed the same guys. gross.
Saturday I met Ellen for a little flea market action. But this flea market was like a glorified garage sale. Although i did fill up 2 bags for $6 of totally awesome junk.
Saturday night i went out by request with Heather of the EO, you may have heard of her and Female K of K and\or K. Plus a bunch of other really rad ladies. Like one named Katie who i liked a lot and she doesn't know this but I'm kinda stalking her now via facebook. And there was Lana who is cool and Ellen of the flea market and McKenzie. We drank margaritas on the rocks and pointed at each other with our middle fingers.
Sunday i woke up feeling not so hot... and totally bailed on my cousins birthday brunch. sorry k.
So i laid on my couch, watched Super Troopers, read my book club book, got bored, made a 'jewelry area' in my bedroom, watched the leaves fall, decided not to rake them, cleaned up cat puke, did a load of laundry, made tilapia, talked to Shannon, baked cookies, watched Crazy\Beautiful, wondered why Kirsten Dunst never once wears a bra in that movie, baked more cookies, talked to my dad on the phone, laughed to be nice when he told me this joke:
Chelsea Clinton asked Bill, Dad what are your 3 biggest fears?
Bill said: Osama, Obama and Yo Momma.
Then i baked more cookies, packaged them up for the troops, clipped my cats nails, (but not near the cookies), got into bed, tried to read, fell asleep with the lights on, turned the lights off, decided i needed to check my email one last time, went back to bed.
TMI, but i learned from the best.
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Michael Scott, you're so awesome.