There really is nothing like stepping into a warm pool of vomit. Really…I would know…I just did it. Apparently Talulah’s stomach upset from the other night has continued. I just walked around the corner to fill the doggie water bowl and like a horrible car wreck…it was all slow motion. I lifted my foot and was in the process of setting it back down when I noticed the damp and chunky look of the linoleum. I couldn’t stop it…it was already in motion. I landed my foot square in the middle of the puke and splashed it all up my other leg.
Awesome.
I have to go take a shower now before I go see my celebrity sister in her show.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Relegated to the Mailroom
I have skills. Not being cocky…but I paid good money to institutions to amass said skills and I have a resume that proves it.
It isn’t that I am not willing to do tedious and brainless jobs like say…oh I don’t know…address and stuff 2000 invitations in 24 hours, but seriously…that sucks.
And it’s not like I don’t have 50 bajillion other things to do with my time since my boss went on maternity leave for FIVE (omg) months. And it’s not like there aren’t several people who clearly have time on their hands but don’t want to help, or if they do help, move so slow that it makes me want to jump up and down and do it my damn self.*
Luckily, boyfriend is not a snail and is ultra helpful so I only had to stay up until 10 doing it.
On the upside, I managed to not get any papercuts...so…that makes it a lot less annoying.
*perfect example of skills: proficient usage of the double negative
It isn’t that I am not willing to do tedious and brainless jobs like say…oh I don’t know…address and stuff 2000 invitations in 24 hours, but seriously…that sucks.
And it’s not like I don’t have 50 bajillion other things to do with my time since my boss went on maternity leave for FIVE (omg) months. And it’s not like there aren’t several people who clearly have time on their hands but don’t want to help, or if they do help, move so slow that it makes me want to jump up and down and do it my damn self.*
Luckily, boyfriend is not a snail and is ultra helpful so I only had to stay up until 10 doing it.
On the upside, I managed to not get any papercuts...so…that makes it a lot less annoying.
*perfect example of skills: proficient usage of the double negative
Monday, April 28, 2008
Honey! I'm Home.
Those who know me well know that I don’t do “domestic.” I may be crafty, which can sometimes be mistaken for domestic, what with the quilting and knitting and stuff, but these are very different characteristics. For example:
Cleaning: If there is a pile of steaming crap in the middle of the floor I might pick it up, but only if it is in my way and really stinky.
Cooking: Why the hell do you think packaged foods were invented?
Dishes: Oh HELL no! Paper plates.
But ever since Boyfriend moved in (yes big step big step) I have been feeling all…domestic-y. Actually, we are both fully embracing the domestic lifestyle. I have never…not one day in my life…made my bed. Bed is made everyday now. I go to the grocery store like 2-3 times a week…wtf…I HATE the grocery store. I cook dinner, I scrub pots, I even thought about cleaning a toilet (don’t worry I didn’t get that crazy).
The other day I putting the laundry in the washer…long before I reached my last pair of undies…and I looked out the window and saw boyfriend mowing the lawn. Gasp…when did I become Mrs. Cleaver…and if that is the case…when do I get to stop working and eat bonbons all day? Hmm?
Cleaning: If there is a pile of steaming crap in the middle of the floor I might pick it up, but only if it is in my way and really stinky.
Cooking: Why the hell do you think packaged foods were invented?
Dishes: Oh HELL no! Paper plates.
But ever since Boyfriend moved in (yes big step big step) I have been feeling all…domestic-y. Actually, we are both fully embracing the domestic lifestyle. I have never…not one day in my life…made my bed. Bed is made everyday now. I go to the grocery store like 2-3 times a week…wtf…I HATE the grocery store. I cook dinner, I scrub pots, I even thought about cleaning a toilet (don’t worry I didn’t get that crazy).
The other day I putting the laundry in the washer…long before I reached my last pair of undies…and I looked out the window and saw boyfriend mowing the lawn. Gasp…when did I become Mrs. Cleaver…and if that is the case…when do I get to stop working and eat bonbons all day? Hmm?
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Sheeeeeeeeeees Baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Miss me?
Of course you did. *hug*
Forgive my week-long…I mean month-long…holy-shit-has-it-been almost-three-months?-hiatus.
“Where have you been?” You might ask, “Something very important must have happened to pull you away from your ten faithful readers.”
Not so much actually. I’ve just been feeling lazy. Yep…that is it…my big excuse.
But I am back and fully committed to my regular posting schedule. I have so many stories to tell you all:
How about the one where I managed to inadvertently turn Gus into a racist dog? Or how Talulah puked on my bare foot just 3 hours ago? Or how that whole school thing from my previous post makes me (on my best days) want to spoon my eyes out and change careers altogether because I am a talentless waste of space who make hideously-literal and over-commercialized excuses for design?
But we will save those stories for another day…
Of course you did. *hug*
Forgive my week-long…I mean month-long…holy-shit-has-it-been almost-three-months?-hiatus.
“Where have you been?” You might ask, “Something very important must have happened to pull you away from your ten faithful readers.”
Not so much actually. I’ve just been feeling lazy. Yep…that is it…my big excuse.
But I am back and fully committed to my regular posting schedule. I have so many stories to tell you all:
How about the one where I managed to inadvertently turn Gus into a racist dog? Or how Talulah puked on my bare foot just 3 hours ago? Or how that whole school thing from my previous post makes me (on my best days) want to spoon my eyes out and change careers altogether because I am a talentless waste of space who make hideously-literal and over-commercialized excuses for design?
But we will save those stories for another day…
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