Okay, I just had a moment of glee. Tomorrow is Monday. But what I really mean is, tomorrow is Monday morning. Usually, glee does not equal Monday mornings - just ask the Bangles. However...I recently came to the conclusion that I love my job, and am happy to be at work tomorrow, at 7:00 a.m. no less.
It is only August 21st, but I am already convinced it is Autumn. Must be the whole back to school thing. I'd like to go camping for Thanksgiving with my boyfriend. What do you think, boyfriend? Four days with the Cole dog trying to make narrow escapes, us taking pictures - punctuated with us taking hikes, stealing wood from our surroundings to make a campfire, and frying a turkey for good measure, like you've always wanted to do? We'd be at a particular campsite so long we'd have the right to hang up Christmas lights, like the veteran campers do. All of this sounds so Southern. Hmmm. I'm in y'all. Daft Punk is playing at my campsite, at my campsite.
Today I purchased the movie Clue, based on the Parker Brothers' board game (as a natural sleuth and wannabe Nancy Drew, it was always a favorite). I love, love, love Lesley Ann Warren - and when she turned up as a spaz on Desperate Housewives, I fell to my knees and kissed the ground. But ever since 1985, I'm baffled as to why her Miss Scarlet wore light blue. Can't wait to have the time to watch it!!!
I'll leave you with this tharting pought: "I. Am. Your singing telegram!" Bang!!!
2 comments:
dude - you have serious spam issues! i think you can delete them...
"communism was just a red herring."
OOOOOOH, that's what the trash can is for...I'm dense. Thank you for the tip.
Wadsworth: But he was your second husband. Your first husband also disappeared.
Mrs. White: But that was his job, he was an illusionist.
Wadsworth: But he never reappeared!
Mrs. White: He wasn't a very good illusionist.
Shake, rattle and roll.
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