Let’s be honest…

March 30, 2009

I’m beginning to think that this posting only at night thing might not be so bad.  It gives me all day to go out into life and have things happen that make for good stories.  I’m actually thinking I need to start riding the train a couple times a week so I can experience the awesome first hand that my field reporter Sara does.  Her tweets are hilarious — and I know funny, remember?  I liken her to a female Jack Handy and find her updates to be some of the best day after day.

Lots of different things make me laugh or wonder or pissed or manic during the day and I’m snapping pictures endlessly just in case I’m inspired to share later.  Some things make the cut, others don’t.  Mainly based on the mood I’m in.

For example:
What the f-ola is this and why would someone assume that I could successfully eat a salad with it??

I can’t figure out if the hubs is slacking or the trash bags are having sex when we’re not looking.

First off — are these supposed to be clean??  Even so — why in the hell are they on my kitchen counter?  Unless they plan to whip up a Thai basil stir fry they had better be moving along.

I’m pretty sure the hubs is convinced that laundry will — one day — fold itself.

*To keep the beard from exceeding lengths of *ruggishly sexy*, I’d like to say that my hubs is a great house bitch and that most of my thoughts are fleeting when it comes to his socks, taking out the trash, folding the laundry, doing the dishes, bathing the dog and rubbing my feet.  Oh, and brushing my hair and giving me a message.


One comment

  1. If I didn’t know better, I would swear that you snapped these pic’s in my house. What tipped me off were the dirty socks on the counter, since I have found much worse on my counter tops. You are quite lucky this is all you found.

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