It is time to reclaim my childhood. I am now in possession of an "Easy Flier" kite, a gift from a weekend trip to Morro Bay. Apparently a 2 year old can fly this thing. That’s what the guy in the shop said.
I’m going to fly this mother fucking kite, god dammit, and I’m going to squeal like a freaking cheerleader at the homecoming pep rally when it goes soaring into the sky. Rah!
Kabir pointed out today that everyone on my friends lists gets a notification everytime I update this here Best. Blog. Ever. I didn’t know that and I think that kind of, well, sucks. I certainly wouldn’t want a daily update of own my drivel. I mean, the point of this Best. Blog. Ever. is that it’s so obviously not the best blog ever. So…until I figure out how to turn off this notification hoo-haw, I’m shutting my trap. My normal blither can be found in the usual places. ciao, darlings!
ps, I still think you need the slime puking chicken cup.
There, I bought a BED. I assembled it and everything. I feel so grown up and proud.
I am in love with my bed. Bed and I are getting married as soon as possible. We are registered at Linens and Things.
Oh, the imagery of a slime puking chicken. Please add this item to my wishlist. No, add TEN.
If today isn’t the perfect representation of a lovely summer day, I don’t know what is. Go out, grab it round the waist and smother it with adoring attention. Like, now, okay!
My friend Parry recently put out a cd of original jingles. The cd is called "For Those About to Shop, We Salute You." He gave me a copy today. I think it’s brilliant.
If you think the musical style sounds familiar, think title song from Buffy.
My group had lunch with the new CEO-guy today. I had to sit next to him. This worried me as there was spinach in the salad and he didn’t seem the type that would tell me if I had spinach in my teeth, but would have the best view if there had been spinach in my teeth.
I am so sorry, local farmers market, I love you, you’ve got great stuff, I buy it all the time, but the cherries at Costco have blown your asses out.
There is a part of me that feels quite guilty about this, but the rest of me, mainly my mouth, is quite satisfied. Again, I do apologize.
To celebrate the hour granted for me to partake of refreshment, I will take a walk to Chase Palm Park. If I don’t return, it is because the squirrels have overcome me and taken me into their nests to raise me as one of their own. Please send nuts.
That’s the upside. The downside is that it’s six in the goddamn morning.
