The lovely Paige over at I Heart You asked me a few questions on her blog today and I almost forgot to tell you to go check it out. Which makes me sound like an asshole. Or am I a bigger asshole for directing you to more about moi? Or is the assholery inherent in the fact that even though this photo has nothing to do with this post I cannot help but include it, my second fart reference of the day?
Whatever. People, I'm unemployed, bored and broke. My husband has hired three guys to re-shingle our house to prepare it to put on the market this spring--the problem is that these guys are also friends of ours so I care what they think. For the past three weeks I've been sitting at the computer pretending I am incredibly busy. When I get up to go pee I make sure I walk loud enough so they know I am not just sitting on my ass all day. Oh no, boys! I walk to the bathroom every two hours! Pro-duc-tiviteee! On the off-chance that they are shingling around a window and see me inside I duck so they do not know that really I spend all day blogging and checking status updates on Facebook. So yeah, go see what I have to say over at Paige's blog. As if this isn't enough.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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7 comments:
yes, black might be more slimming. I honestly think you are one of the funniest gals out there in this crazy blogland. When you get a job (it will happen, I know it!) I will really miss your constant blogging.
Sweetie, when the boys on the roof get too loud, just yell out the window for them to keep it down because you are on the phone with your AGENT! 'nuff said.
I do have a job and all I do is blog and check status updates on Facebook, haha, and that's not my job!!! :)
I blogawarded you today.
:)
i feel honored that a post directing people to my blog is flanked with such imagery. :) if i could have that picture blown up and framed and gave it to him for valentine's day he would be beside himself with joy. :)
You make fart jokes all day and my favorite word, according to my survey on Paige's blog, was doodie. Love it!
I hate having "workers" in my home. I feel like I'm inside a giant tv set with everyone watching me. I cannot even walk across the room without suffering performance anxiety. That's why I leave.
I have literally sat down the street in my car and waited until the "coast was clear"
I'm so embarrased.
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