I am writing as though there is more than one person reading this. I know it's unlikely, but it is the eve of my birthday and I have decided I can do whatever I want.
Two people won the 649 pool tonight. I was not one of them. I am so disappointed. That money would have paid for a Cricut and then some! Guess I'll have to continue saving up for one.
Went to my stalker's for a bikini waxing party on Friday night. It was a gathering of some awesome girls, some awesome food, awesome crantinis, awesome conversation and thankfully, no waxing! Didn't really matter - I had already shaved. The only thing on my body that has unwanted hair is my toes.
Deb (my stalker) had quite a set up. Her panini bar was an excellent idea and her dips and sauces were to die for! I brought a jalapeno popper dip that was posted at the big red kitchen and everyone said they liked it - I am a suck when it comes to spices and hot things so I wouldn't even try it. Ever wonder if people really like it - or if they're just being nice? I do. But I figure Deb wasn't lying. She just told me she ate the last of it for dinner. So if you like hot foods, go to the big red kitchen and copy this recipe.
Me and my hairy toes left her place a little before 3am. I am pooped.
Okay - this is pretty boring isn't it? I can't think of anything funny to post about. Really. I am drawing a blank. Perhaps it's because I am dead tired. Not stupid tired like in my Kermie post.
A postcard arrived in the mail the other day for Jade. It's from Guatemala. On the back is written
Dear Larry,
I searched everywhere for your pineapple, but all I found was your baby.
Bob.
Does this make sense to you? Me either. I'm pretty sure it's an inside joke or perhaps it's code? I know when I was younger, my friend Janet (aka CowPie or "CP") had codes for when we were talking on the phone. Like my Mom was stupid and couldn't figure out we were talking in code. If she walked in and out of the room six times, she would have heard me say "The sand is dry" ... six times. Duh. So I wasn't that sharp. Did you ever see the episode of Everyone Loves Raymond called "Ray's Journal?" Long and the short... he had a journal as a kid, and made up a secret code so his Mom wouldn't be able to understand what he'd written. Here's a little snip:
Deb: You had a code? What was the code?
Ray: It was nothing.
Deb: Oh, come on, say something to me in your code.
Ray: Yoka.
Deb: What?
Ray: I just answered you in my code. Yoka.
Deb: Okay, one more.
Ray: Yoka, ym ewif.
Deb: Okay, my wife? So you just took the last letter of the word and put it in front?
Ray: It was a very good code!
Deb: Oh, yeah, you're right. It's not at all "elam!"
I am grasping. I am so desperate, I am quoting tv shows.
I am going to get a coffee. My last coffee as a 37 year old. My birthday is less than an hour away. How sad.
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