She Is Marching One, Two Three, Please Can You Tell Me Who Is She?

She Is Marching One, Two Three, Please Can You Tell Me Who Is She?

This was my day off and, looking back on it, I don’t think I did a single productive thing.

In other words, it was a great day off.

The laundry is piling up and the countertops are cluttered (that drives me MAD) (not mad enough to do anything about it today, though) and there’s a dirty cookie sheet in the kitchen sink (okay, that was one productive thing) and I wrote my name in the dust on the screen of the chick-flick tv in the kitchen (I thought Bill Pullman was looking a little fuzzy tonight) but all I really did today was drive to town to have lunch at the Big Lots Chinese with Hub, and then come back home to read, watch a couple of movies, and blog.

Tomorrow, we’re going to see The Chieftains with Belle; she got us tickets for our anniversary and birthday. I do love me some Chieftains. I only wish Brak could be on stage to sing “I’ll Tell Me Ma” with them.

Hi, Brak!

Oh, and I made a big pan of cocktail meatballs (I love to say that; it sounds so naughty) just because I felt like it. Usually, I only make those for parties but I figured, hey, I’m worth a pan of cocktail meatballs even in my jammies.

COCKTAIL MEATBALLS. Any takers? Ooh, shame on you! Come on over.

P.S. I also made brownies.

P.P.S. Not a bad day, I must say. Even for an elitist educational snob who makes little children memorize things, thinks teachers who don’t assign any homework at all are lazy and intellectually lacking, and occasionally calls herself a ‘Grammar Nazi’ even though it makes people who don’t understand the concept of ‘context’ faint dead away. It might even be said that I enjoy doing that.

P.P.P.S. On second thought, there ain’t no ‘might’ about it.

Probably Because I'm Inherently Lazy.

Probably Because I'm Inherently Lazy.

I hate mail-in rebates.  Why can’t they just give you the discount at the store?  I refuse to buy something if I have to mail in a whole pile of numbers and papers and stuff to get the rebate.
 
But a store that offers me a comparable discount right there, no hassle on my part?  That’s the store that will get my business.
 
Are you listening, Best Buy?  All those electronics stores with all the supposed computer ‘deals’ that make you work to get your discount?  Those stores that advertise cheap electronics and then, when you get there, you find out you have to mail a bunch of stuff in to get your discount?  And you have to pay full price there at the store?  That is NOT a sale.  Pooh on you all.
 
I’d rather drive a hundred miles to Fry’s and get the discount right there.  Besides, once on that side of Indy, I can have lunch at Ruby Tuesday’s, and I can call my Tumorless Sister to meet me there..
 
Also, what moron designed a clothes dryer with a side-opening door?  When I needed to buy a dryer RIGHT THEN, there wasn’t a single appliance company with a pull-down dryer door that year except Sears, and HAH, like I’d buy anything expensive there, again.  I learned my lesson about that store, and it was an expensive lesson.
 
I had to get a dryer with a side-opening door, and when I open that door, the clean clothes fall on the floor.  Stupid, stupid design.
 
I’m whiny and cold, and I’m poor company for myself.  Why don’t YOU come on over?  I’ve got cookies.  I’ve got lots of orange juice because I bought a lot today before the prices went up.  I’LL SHARE MY DIET COKE WITH YOU . . . .
 
No greater love.
 
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Twist and Shout.

Twist and Shout.

Right way.

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Wrong way.

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At the local campus, the toilet paper is on the wall BEHIND the, um, seat. Behind, and up pretty high. Unless you’ve got arms like bed slats, you have to twist your body like a pretzel in order to reach it.

I’m not saying what I was doing in there this afternoon, but when I twisted and started to reach, the entire seat slid to the right and I. . . .

Never mind.

I am Mamacita. Accept no substitutes!

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