In the back of the car… On the way to Rodeo beach…
Boy Wonder: WELL! The last time I was here I saw this guy with no pants or underwear just a shirt!
(round of giggles)
Adam: Really? WELL… I saw my little sister naked once…
(laughter)
Boy Wonder: Yeah??? WELL… one time someone told me that they SLEEP naked!
(hysterical laughter, small children falling over in their car seats)
Oh… to be six again!
LAST NIGHT: UGH. Three flights of stairs down… three up. Over and over and over again. Oh… and don’t forget the boxes. I’m not a fan of climbing or moving: the combination is lethal. THANK GOD for Dan and Becca. I can’t imagine moving Aims’ stuff without them. (shudders) Sad thing is… we didn’t finish. There is at least three more hours of work to do. S i g h.
THIS MORNING: Every muscle group in my body is screaming for the attention of a good massage therapist and a hot tub of water. Last night was easily two solid work-outs. My WRISTS hurt… and other parts I didn’t know I had. S i g h. Ok… off to do dishes. Which I promised to do in exchange for IZ making coffee for me after the move last night. Yep… I sold my birthright for a cup of coffee. It was worth it.
I’m in planning hell. This is where it pays to be a “J” … and I’m soooo “P”.
Ok… all of you who are deeply afraid of Friendster… GO HERE. Make sure you click on all the links. Heh. (His homepage is pretty funny too!)
Thoroughly depressing. Yep, that’s what it is. I’m taking all my meds, choking back horse pill vitamins (TYVM IZ!), guzzling water like I live in the Sahara and working out 3-4 times a week. But have I lost any weight? Nope! Not one solitary ounce. In fact, this morning, I put on shorts that fit me in June. Do they fit me now? You take a guess… this is just so depressing. I’m beginning to look like my sock monkey.
Coffee should be as black as hell, as strong as death, and as sweet as love.–Turkish proverb
See… what did I tell you.
Now I’m all alone.
I have nothing to add tonight… I’m beat from folding millions of new product at the store. However… I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. At the risk of losing readership because you will all go to his site and never come back… you really should be reading Defective Yeti.
Oh… just go there already!!!
From Defective Yeti:
August 13, 2003
YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL
Do this:
Make clockwise circles on the floor with your right foot;
Now, without looking at your foot, use the index finger on your right hand to draw the number “6” in the air.
Did your foot change direction? Yes it did, you liar.
A big thanks to TTT for pointing out that I am unable to control my own *&^% body.
** You should be reading Defective Yeti. I will admit that Mr. Baldwin is from Seattle so I tend to like him more for it. (and his occasional reference to my old home town helps too…) But he would be damn funny if he lived in Florida. Or Alabama. Or Vermont.
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