This is more ridiculous...and less sewious. We got our rings today. I can't believe this nonsense. I originally asked for it to be a pinky ring...but they won't make them that small. So I'm stuck (good problem to have, I guess) with this monster of a ring. I'm going to go out and pick a fight at happy hour. You know what else is ridiculous? Grown adults who don't put paragraph breaks in their online posts in my class. I don't know what it is...the GenX/Millennial cusper that I am who hates it when olds don't understand how the Inter Web works or the former English teacher in me who gets more P-O'd. Their posts are an EYESORE. An absolute NIGHTMARE. When it's over forty words...I don't read it. I open it...let it sit open on my desktop for about twenty seconds so I get "credit" for reading it and then close it. If people pay close attention to my online styling in my masters cohort (and I'm sure hundreds of people do) they'd realize that I don't comment on long posts. and that's because I don't read them. Let's see...what else is ridiculous today...today is national sewing machine day. I'll celebrate by going to class and then figuring out how Todd and I are going to fill our Wednesday nights now that SYTYCD is over. Bones is on so we won't watch that...hmmmm...maybe well DVR some more Wonder Pets. More importantly though, tomorrow is national left handers' day. I'll celebrate by only using my left hand so instead of pouring coffee down my shirt because I'm a slob, it'll be because I'm trying to use the right side of my brain. On that note- I spilled peach juice (which was red) down my white shirt and dyed it purple (?!) Thankfully Denise had a Tide Stick and that ish came right out after it sat for a while and thought about what it did.
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I find the word 'panties' difficult to say...but 'underwear' is so much worse.
can you do more posts about your poop-farmer neighbors? It makes me laugh just saying it in my head.