I don't really feel like a chatty intro today. So I'm just going to launch into random. Get your button, do your thing. And...GO.
Did anybody else's Firefox offer to pretty itself up for you? Mine is now sporting a picture of a retro flapper girl. I feel like maybe my web browser is trying too hard.
Hubby and I had another date night tonight, we used up some gift cards we had to a swanky restaurant that's in the middle of the park. We got all dolled up, got a sitter, ate way too much and had some wine, and then came home less than two hours later and immediately got into our pajamas. Now I'm blogging and he's watching wrestling. Possibly one or both of us is farting. It was kind of like playing grown-up, there, for a little bit.
Last week? Sucked. My kid made a break for it at daycare, spent Friday puking, and burnt himself on the stove Sunday. I didn't get the job I interviewed for (I didn't really want it anyway, but that's not the fucking point) and the job I do have sucked with its regular force.
So I thought I'd get things off on the right foot this week with a dentists appointment this morning.
I know, I'm concerned about my IQ as well.
I think I hate getting my teeth cleaned more than the actual check up. After I jolted out of the chair for the 4th or 5th time, the dental hygienist remarked without much sympathy, "Oh, they're all very sensitive today, aren't they?"
Well, yes, if you're jabbing them with a pointy metal instrument, they're sensitive. Though I'm not sure that just applies to TODAY
you evil bitch.
I almost never watch TV, let alone reality TV, but last night I found myself enthralled with the season premier of Celebrity Apprentice. I think it was because I was watching it in HD. Bret Michaels, Cyndi Lauper, and Sharon Osbourne? That is a LOT of facial crevices. I felt a bit discombobulated. Like I might fall in.
In the wrong end of town and lacking a dollar coin for the cart at Superstore, against my better moral judgement today I ventured into the new Super Wal Mart for groceries. Okay, now THAT was discombobulating. At one point I texted hubby: "Avocados are eleven cents each and there are zombies working here. I'm going to hell, aren't I?"
He assures me I have to spend more than $250 in a trip before they punch my ticket to the infernal realm, but I'm not convinced.
I'm pretty sure I saw this lady there. She winked at me and handed me an avocado.
I'm starting to feel bad for John Cusack. Hot Tub Time Machine, really? Really? If you need money, man, all you have to do is ask.
(I still love ya though. Call me.)
On that note - that desperate, love-hate kind of note - I'm out. Random up, kids.