December 2009
131 posts
Ugh.
The stewardess won’t stop talking about seatbelts and exit signs and all I want to do is listen to the 20 year old boy behind me tell his seatmate about how he just propsed to his 17 year-old girlfriend OF FIVE MONTHS who he just saw FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER after they “met” ON MYSPACE.
In case you’re wondering, they bonded over their mutual interest in video games and...
Overheard at the airport:
“I didn’t realize Churchill Downs is in such a shitty part of Louisville!”
My friend, that’s part of the beauty of the Kentucky Derby. You can be dressed to the nines with your hat and your heels, but then you can buy a man-can and a chili dog for $4 from the guy whose lawn is temporarily converted into a parking lot. Not that I’ve ever done that or anything…
T-minus five hours until I'm homeward bound!
Yayyayyayyayyayayyayyayyay.
Know what sucks?
Working tomorrow. ON CHRISTMAS EVE. And then catching a 3:30pm flight. ON CHRISTMAS EVE.
Bahumbug.
Well, this evening is shaping up quite nicely.
I accidentally went shopping on my way home from work. Now I’m wearing my new outfit on an unplanned date night. Nice evening indeed.
Also found on my lunch hour:
(Potbelly’s happens to be attached to the Hospital complex )
Two men who recognized each other from hours of sitting in the maternity ward, no doubt. One was holding an empty car seat and a bouquet of flowers. The other was juggling a diaper bag and his lunch. “We had a boy early this morning” said one. “We had a girl” said the other. And both beamed. Ear to...
The Sing Off.
First of all, I watched this show. Every episode. I reveled in all it’s cheesiness. And I don’t care who knows it.
Second, Nick Lachey performed. How Jessica ever let that sweet, down-to-earth man go is still a mystery to me. (Confession: I always think that if someone could just put Nick and Jess in a room together and make them watch Season 1 of the Newlyweds together,...
He knows me so well.
Boyfriend: what time do you want to come over?
Me: I thought I’d eat at my place, maybe do some laundry, straighten up the apartment a little. So maybe like 2 hours or so?
Boyfriend: Oh okay. I thought you might want to come hang sooner since we didn’t stay together last night?
Me: uh, lots to do, but I’ll call you soon!
—30 minutes later—
Boyfriend: I just figured out why you want to stay at...
Remember when I volunteered to do my co-worker's...
Right. Uh, never again, if I can help it. I would cry every day if his job was my job. It’s the WORST.
Help, please
pantspocket:
It seems the love of my life is having a bad day. She was on the verge of tears this morning, she’s the only one of her kind in the office today and general before holiday craziness.
Can you guys please either reblog this with a supportive note to KV (for those who are new followers: kvknowsherfun.com) or just post something supportive to her? It’ll really cheer her up!
Something...
Oops.
Boyfriend’s little brother: I didn’t realize you have to drop the airborne tablets in water… I just thought they were big tums. My stomach is bubbling…
100 Best Dresses of the Decade
I take issue with at least two thirds of the dresses in the top “Dazzling Dozen.” Fashion Fail, InStyle.
edit: I have now reviewed all 100 dresses and would say that I take issue with at least 80% of them. Where is Diane Kruger?? She always looks fab. January Jones’s Versace dress at this year’s Emmy’s didn’t make the Best of 2009? Puh-lease, InStyle. You...
I will not
post about:
1. snow
2. baking
3. Brittany Murphy
I've had just about enough of this Friday...
Can someone come finish my work for me? Because I’m spent.
Co-worker karma.
One of my co-workers is out of the office today and Monday. I kindly volunteered to manage a few of his projects while he was out. I have now spent 10 minutes doing my work today and 100 minutes doing his. I already can see where this day is headed…
All I am saying is that I hope there is something good (and it best not be another freaking holiday gift basket) in this for me.
via simplyjess
Sexy Bitch - David Guetta ft....
Yikes.
The ad on the side of my gmail reads:
10 Recipes Using Vodka: Have your way with Vodka.
I think this is Google’s way of saying “lay off, boozehound”?
(ps: here’s the link because I know you want it.)
No fair.
Friend: Eggtinis... in my building in the lobby. They have plastic martini glasses and they scoop scrambled eggs into them then you add toppings. I have ham, sausage, salsa, peppers, sour cream (and cheese eggs).
me: shut up, I hate you.
Friend: They also had a yogurt parfait bar and I got one, but got too full so I'm saving it for later.
me: STOP. I just had Darrell the Security Guard and 47 newspapers waiting for me this morning. SO unfair.
