barely out of Tuesday randomness

Turn this song up. Barely Out Of Tuesday 1 – then open my blog up in another tab and read because if we’re going to be friends, you’re going to have to like this song. Okay, you don’t have to like this song, but if you don’t, I’m not going to pretend I know what’s wrong with you.

Adam Duritz, if you’re reading this (and let’s face it, you’re not), I feel you.

“if all this distance ain’t going to going to bring you to me – what’s the point of all this patience?” is my favorite line of “Barely Out of Tuesday.”

I need to see Counting Crows in concert again.

Have you had the Kashi Go Lean Crunch cereal? It’s delicious, but I’m pretty sure one of the ingredients is gravel.

I mean, really, do you honestly think I’m going to answer the phone if it says “Lower Interest” on my caller id?

As it is, I barely answer the phone anyway. And don’t get me started on answering the door.

My son had a tonsillectomy last week. I’d like to tell y’all about the waiting room. There was a middle-aged women’s gang (wearing the same shirts), a ballerina, the person who talked to loud on their cell phone, the man who told everyone his wife was having a hysterectomy, and the guy spitting Skoal into a cup.

Also, the anesthesiologist looked like Robin Williams and was a cross between his characters in Patch Adams and The Birdcage.

The Birdcage is my second favorite movie with drag queens. My favorite is obviously Too Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar.

My left ear hurts.

The middle child asked me why she can’t smell her own stinky underarms, but I can. Hello? Science?

I got a new app called “Wall About You” and it’s fantastic. I made iPhone wallpapers for all my good friends. It takes a cute background and lets you put a cute monogram on it. I love a monogram.

Have you seen the commercials for the new NBC show Hannibal? It looks pretty awesome, because – serial killers. I loved The Silence of the Lambs and the other Hannibal Lecter movies, even though I watched them through my fingers over my eyes because I’m the biggest scaredy cat ever. Scary movies scare me and keep me freaked out for awhile, so typically I hate them. Unless it’s the physiological thriller-serial killer genre.

I didn’t have enough nail polish remover to take off my gray polish and now my nails just look dingy. Tomorrow the PTA board will think I’m gross.

Would it be weird to wear gloves to a PTA board meeting in April?

Is anyone else disturbed by this?

Oprah, no.

Oprah, no.

 

 

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