You’re all a bunch of bitches, bitches! This one is for Karla, and for Bliss. The funny thing is, until a few days ago I didn’t consciously realize what kind of compulsive freak I really am. I have lots to do to catch-up with all the emails people sent me, and frantic follow up emails with subject lines like “!!!!!”, because people are too dumb to understand my vacation message that was sent to everyone who emailed me.
Like you don’t take anything from your hotel rooms.
The other day ACWF and I were shopping for our various food necessities (guess which one of us threw a tantrum when s/he couldn’t get the peanut-butter and jelly pre-mixed in the jar) when we found ourselves stopped in the pasta aisle looking at various dried cheeses. I spend most of my time alone thinking.
Ready to leave the blighted, festering cesspool that Scotland refers to as “Glasgow” in our dust, we left our hotel at about 7am. The event is upon us. This past Friday night Mrs. ACW and I hosted Tish while she was in town from Texas. I was over at Mokie’s house for Halloween because last year we had a grand total of about 15 kids show up at our house.
Diesel has convinced me to participate in his contest to make him read stuff, so I suggest that he read Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian.
The preceding has been a meme from Stephanie Austin. I grabbed the first sentence of the first post of each month of this past year, from January to December. I was funnier in January.
