today is “Dungaree Friday” at work, and the title makes me cackle with laughter. i’m wearing jeans, i hope those are good enough to pass as dungarees. ;-)

yesterday i was miserable for much of the day. shoulders bad, bad tension headache, and i have this new ailment that’s been bugging me for a while, and i don’t know what to do with that. now and then i’ll have pain in my thigh, and it moves, then it’s in my arm or my other leg. i think i have a blood clot. no one freak out, i’m gonna go to the doctor, but you probably can’t feel a blood clot. i watch way too much House M.D. anyway. i’m not a hypochondriac (sp?) but i’m very in tune with my body and know when something’s off, so i seem like a hypo, i know. whatever, i don’t care. i always diagnose myself and then tell the doc what’s wrong, but i’m not sure about this one. oh, then i got home and had horrible heartburn after dinner. need more pickle juice, i guess.

i did nothing. snuggled with Frank on the couch and watched a bunch of DVR shows. and i didn’t recap ALIAS for Laura, who somehow forgot, silly girl. if i feel good tonight i’ll do it. or i won’t, you know me, unreliable blogger.

so i’m gonna go to work now. later, musees.

the other night i was driving down the road after we went bowling. suddenly my radio stations went staticky. i called Frank, who was driving right in front of me, to ask if he had the same problem. nope, his stations were fine. that’s when i realized that the black cat antenna ball from Halloween (thanks Bikermommy) weighed on the antenna so much that the antenna flew off my car. gone.

no radio.

only cds, which is fine. but really, i have a confession….

i miss Michael Savage. he was the only talk radio on my drive home worth listening to (sorry, Jerry Doyle, but your voice is more monotone than a… um… monotonous something or other, even when you yell). i used to think Savage was a nutjob, but these days i find him quirky, brilliantly lighthearted (at times), and bizarrely right. so i need my antenna back. so i can stand on the fringe of the Savage Nation and pretend that i only listen because i need noise on the drive and not because i actually enjoy myself, especially when Dr. Savage (did i really call him that?) forgets the politics and just talks and makes himself giggle. that makes me snicker.

i’m sleepy and going to bed.

Frank is sick with a sore throat and a bad tummy, and i’ve pumped him full of juice, Indian food, Coke, orange soda, grapefruit juice, water, cranberry juice, and finally Alka Seltzer. i think the last one helped.

my shoulders really hurt, and my massage is next week sometime.

i don’t enjoy any minute of Greta Van Susteren (sp?)’s show on FoxNews. ever. just thought i’d share.

and Christian Bale will make a good Batman.

and there’s a dog on tv right now whose tail is wagging so completely and looks like a metronome. stupid happy dog.

Stupid Monkey Purr Purr (or ‘ittle Purr, as i call her) is doing a fine job scratching up Frank’s bachelory gorgeous black leather couches that i hate love. good bad kitty.

nighty night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.

Scott is back on AI next week. i officially proclaim that i shall vomit when Scott sings next week.

i’m quite shocked that Constantine went home and Scott is staying. i could not stand him but now i’m all sad and stuff to see him go. especially since it means Scott sticks around. and seriously. how on this beautiful planet can it be possible that Scott is in the top 3 this week? i’m more exciting when i’m yawning in the shower before i even gear up to start singing, and not because i’m naked (Harvey, i know where your mind was going, stop that), than Scott is when he’s in full-on lemme-show-as-much-effort-on-stage-as-lazy-Ruben-Studdard mode.

um, i’m just not sure about Paula’s sanity anymore (anymore?). she cried like her puppy died or she got sued or something. but the worst part was that with all the botox and makeup, they looked like glycerin on wax, the tears on her face did. so sad.

anyway, i think i’ll miss Constantine. if only i could miss Scott.

deja Jasmine vu.

one more thing. Carrie. precious as she is (even with that horrible lapse in song judgment last night where she sang about God-fearing women wanting to commit adultery with sons and husbands). first she and Bo were acting all friendly and stuff (we didn’t miss the two of them always sitting together and Bo having his arm around her on the couch), then i guess Bo’s girlfriend got upset (i would have too), so they had to stop being so cozy. now she’s practically dancing with Anthony over how happy she is that he’s staying.

anyway. this brings me to my final question. why do i care? i don’t know these people, and really all i want is for them to sing to my heart’s content and not be boring. me, i was too boring to make it through to round 2. but seriously, i with my hands in my pockets was far more interesting than Scott with his baseball cap and blank stare. anyway, why do i care who Carrie snuggles with? i don’t, actually. i think i’m just looking for the People factor. maybe because i cancelled my subscription to People when i got tired of the countless covers of gastric bypass, which Friend is having a baby, and is Princess Di really quite dead.

i’m rambling.

that it is so wonderful to be with the great Frank J. we can discuss and debate and really cause each other to think, and in the end, we’re still as in love as before and have both enjoyed excellent discourse.

have i mentioned i’m the luckiest girl on the planet? it’s true.

btw, please keep the suggestions coming on the music for the wedding. i intend to go listen to every song that is suggested so i end up with the greatest selection of wedding music ever…. or at least a buncha stuff i like that doesn’t beat Frank down too badly.

nighty night, musees. life is beautiful.

i know i have 3 new blogchildren who have not yet been introduced to the blogosphere, and i’m sorry. i want to give them a proper intro, and until i have time to write such proper intro (maybe tomorrow?) they shall remain unannounced by me, because i’d rather be an absent mama than a bad mama.

over at IMAO.

so maggie katzen reminded me that i need to figure out music selections.

what i want is good love songs. some will play before the wedding while the guests are being seated. some during (but not many, because we want this thing short), and some while everyone’s leaving.

on the list already:
Nature Boy - Frank Sinatra (but i may sing it or if Adam sings i may ask him to sing it)
Green Apples - Chantal Kreviazuk (i may do a more subtle version)

that’s all i’m absolutely sure on. oh yes… musicians… eh, i have someone in mind, i should line that up.

anyway, suggestions please? lots of sappy love songs…

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The Chloe Revolution.

i couldn’t stand Chloe last season. i wanted them to send her out on a mission where she accidentally took friendly fire. i’m an evil woman, yes, i know. but after she went against Driscoll to help Jack early this season, i started changing my tune. by this point, i adore her. lately, Frank and i have become huge Chloe fans, mainly because of her begrudging i’m-the-best-at-everything-i-do-and-boy-do-i-hate-that attitude, so much so that when Chloe went out into the field tonight, i was so upset and was almost in tears, thinking she was gonna die. holy smokes, that was the best ending for a 24 ever. is there a Chloe fan club? if so, i want in.

the date: December 10, as long as Joe Foo’ is back from Iraq and available to be the best man. the numbers really work out, too. 12-10-2005: 12+10+20+05 = 47. oh yeah. 47 is a prime, btw. so is 4+7=11. so is 1+1=2. it’s like the perfect date. it’s also Bikermommy’s birthday. when i told Frank that, he asked if we have to get her a present.

the flowers: Bikermommy is coming in June, and we’re going to go shopping and pick out the flowers, then she’s going to make most of them.

the dress: i’m thinking white, though technically divorcees shouldn’t wear white, at least back when i got married the first time, that was the proper thing. ask me if i care about proper. i’m wearing white! oh, and probably one of those trendy dresses that has red in the bodice; at least the trend isn’t puffy sleeves. no train. no veil. ooh, maybe i’ll wear super cute red shoes… does Easy Spirit make cute red shoes?

location: Texas. i don’t think God will recognize the marriage if the wedding is not in Texas. and that way, when our children are born, at least the marriage is Texified, so the children are technically Texans.

music: i wonder if Adam is available to sing. Frank wants me to sing too, but i’m thinking i’d have to record me ahead of time, because that might be a little nervewracking. or maybe i’ll just do it anyway. beyond the singing, i haven’t put much thought into the music.

wedding party: small. Sizzle is the maid of honor, Joe Foo’ is the best man, and that’s it for the bridal party. i don’t know about usher types yet or reception people or anything else.

cakes: i still want a molten chocolate cake in the shape of a .45 for the groom’s cake. bride’s cake, i dunno.

photography: Sizzle thinks she has already found a good photographer.

that’s all i know so far.

Friday night, we went bowling and then sang some new karaoke songs, y’all know that. it was fun.

Saturday morning i made Frank’s coffee and waited hours for him to get up so we could go to Disney World. we finally left the house around noon or so and got to Animal Kingdom around 1:30. Frank made good on his promise to buy us both annual passes for Disney, so we can now go anytime we want. hooray! i don’t want to write too much about Saturday, because i have a photo essay coming after we get the disposable camera back from processing. ugh, non-digital photos. we did get rained on quite a bit Saturday, but it didn’t matter, we were having fun. we also got a great view of the tigers, as they were up walking around, and two of them even danced (or fought) a bit. we went to Epcot for the evening. we had tried to make reservations to go to Mexico for dinner, but they were all booked. we ended up in France, and the food was good. France is the only place in all of Disney World where the staff is allowed to be rude to the patrons. ;-) just kidding. after dinner, we saw the Illuminations fireworks show and then went home.

Sunday we went to worship twice, with a super long lunch in between with folks from church. then Frank made me do his laundry, because he has a thing about not wearing dirty socks. then we watched CSI from Thursday, and i practically had to smack Frank over the head with my broom to get him to go to bed. his karaoke was keeping me from my beauty rest. it was a nice weekend.

while the evil fake sarahk has posted a snapshot of my new drivers license, i would like to clarify that i hate the Yankees, always have, always will. they’re the only team that can make me support a National League team in the World Series.

for the record, i am a Texas Rangers fan, and unlike many Metroplex fans, i am not a fair weather fan, so i always love them. if i were a fair weather fan, i’d always hate them.

tonight we went bowling with people from church. it was a lot of fun getting to know everyone a little better and having a little friendly competition.

in our lane, Frank won the first game with 77 points. we were the hard hitters, the lane to beat. i had a 73. the second game went better, i scored 82 and Frank scored 61. the third game was super double coolio, because the game ended at the 6th frame (when our time ran out), and both Frank and i had 47 points. 47!

we had a blast, then came home and started singing. Frank bought a new CD for the karaoke machine, so we had a ton of new songs. and we learned that with our karaoke machine, we can actually raise and lower the key a song is in to better suit our range!!! i was almost jumping for joy when i saw the flat, natural and sharp buttons on our remote. now i can raise Trisha Yearwood songs a notch, and i sang Martina’s “Independence Day” raised a notch, and it was perfect for me. whee!

tomorrow we’re going to Disney again. :-D

i went to get my Florida drivers license today, because the most important thing about living in Florida is getting the Florida resident discount for the Disney annual passes.

i figured to be there a good 2 hours, so i had Fellowship of the Ring with me to pass the time. I walked in and was the second person in line. the screener at the door made sure i had my birth certificate and told me to stand in this line over here where i was, once again, second in line. the man who questioned me mercilessly about whether i was a Florida resident and where in Texas i’m from and what political party i’m affiliated with and such was very nice. he did take my old Texas license from me so he could destroy it, and i said, “good. i didn’t want that anyway, i hate that picture.” he agreed that it was a bad bad picture.

then i was 2nd in line for the cashier. the cashier was funny and also takes the pictures. he said i was signing over my house to the Division of Drivers Licenses and told me to sign my license. he was also judging whether people were taking good pictures. the woman in front of me had her picture taken 3 times because he didn’t like the first 2.

he only took my picture once, and it was quite lovely, best drivers license picture i’ve ever taken, actually. and they print the licenses right on the spot, so i already have it, whereas in Texas you have to wait 1 to 3 weeks for the license to come in the mail. sweet.

total time at the DL place was a half hour. i didn’t even get to open my book. pleasant.

most likely red, white, black.
:-)

Arvin Clone, Marvin Sloane, L-O-L!
And may I just commend Marshall Flinkman on his gralls when he looked at Sloane and told him very forcefully that Sloane must recuse himself from the Rambaldi investigation.

and i’m enjoying the camera work.

i wonder if the clone is taking provacillium. except that he’s not a good clone like Francie, but he’d probably know that Francie hates coffee ice cream.

UPDATE: i TOLD y’all that Sloane is Rambaldi. anyone who still disagrees after that display with the wrench and the blood is just not smart.

SARAHK: you know i’m gonna be dragging you around different places with all this wedding planning. ya know, we have to pick out invitations and all that stuff…. ’cause i’m not doing it by myself.
FRANK [after long long long silence]: i’ll be there with you every step of the way.
SARAHK: and i’ll be there to boss you around.
FRANK: i already spent an entire day shopping for clothes with you, it can’t be any worse than that.
SARAHK: oh, okay, SUCKER.

on all of them.

UPDATE: i take it back. misunderstanding. nothing to see here, move along.

over at IMAO.

the evil fake sarahk has a peek into the wedding guests… why he’s not posting this stuff at IMAO is baffling…

You are stupid and I hate you.

Love,
SarahK

p.s. How is it you can know what brand of tampons I buy and how many times a year I purchase chips so that those junk mail advertisers can buy my name from you and send me lots of coupons for Baked Tostitos and Tampax, yet you’re unable to look up on your big Wal-Mart computer database that pretty much runs planet Earth whether I purchased my tires from you and already paid you $30 to rotate and balance those suckers until they fall off my car at the ripe old age of sixty thousand miles. Just curious, you imbeciles.

SARAHK: You can’t look it up on your computer?
WALMART LADY: We’re not supposed to. I’m sorry, lemme make sure I understand. You actually have the ability to look up my paperwork online, but you aren’t supposed to, because that would make it too easy for people to not pay twice for the same thing. Where is your paperwork?
SARAHK: I just moved here from Texas. It’s in a box somewhere.
WALMART LADY: Oh, if you bought the tires in Texas, I couldn’t look it up anyway. So you really could do it before when you thought I bought the tires in Florida, but you wouldn’t because you’re not supposed to.

p.p.s. No, unless I find that paperwork that says yes indeed-o, I sure as there are gators in Florida did already pay you that $30, I will not pay you that same $30 again. I will go to another place that does tires and even pay them $100 to do the same job before I will ever pay you another $30 to rotate and balance these tires, because I refuse to pay you for the same thing twice. Thieving punks.

i think we’ve decided on Texas and a general time frame of October-November for the wedding. now we just have to come up with:

exact date
location for the wedding and, if different, the reception
karaoke selections for the reception (oh yeah, we’re really gonna have karaoke at our reception, and it’s gonna rock)
food
cakes - anyone know how to make a molten chocolate cake in the shape of a 1911? cause that would be cool.
music
flowers and candles and all that other stuff
minister
guest list
i should probably find a dress and jewelry and shoes and all that
maid/matron of honor dress & shoes
invitations
honeymoon reservations
wedding bands
photographer…
i don’t think we want a fancy videographer, can we just give our video camera to someone and say, here, film the wedding?
program
little party favor thingies
how we’re exiting the reception

i know i’m leaving out a bunch of stuff. yeah, not stressing out…

ah. all done.

April 15th was Friday, i have tomorrow off, and a four day week coming up. :-D

Friday we closed the office at 2, had a party from 2:30 to 4:30, then i came home and my sweetie picked up Chinese food and we watched some DVR. nice and relaxing.

Saturday morning i finally had a hair appointment, and yay!!! i had a cut and a highlight, and my hair is two inches shorter and blonde and beautiful and i feel pretty, oh so pretty. Frank came with me and sat with all the men and waited for me, because the hair appointment was almost halfway to Disney World.

after i got beautiful, we went to Epcot. we had a blast (pictures and full story to come on IMAO, but we have to actually get the pics developed first, because we both left our digital cameras at the house and had to use a 35mm - eek! - disposable). it was such a wonderful day, relaxing, outside a lot, much walking, all of the above with my sweetheart… just what i needed.

we decided not to get stressed out about rushing around to see everything. it takes at least 3 days to see all of Epcot, and within an hour of being there, we decided we’ll get the annual passes. we have 2 weeks to buy them in which we can apply the money we spent Saturday toward the cost. so tomorrow i have to get my driver’s license so i can prove my Florida residency and get that sweet Florida resident discount. and we can go out for an evening, all day, just for dinner, no worries.

anyway, this weekend has been great. tomorrow i’m going to get my driver’s license, register my car, clean the house, make jambalaya, decorate, and other such fun stuff.

so i was bummed tonight on my way home, because i realized that i was 2 miles past seeing my odometer turn 111222. how cool would that have been? instead, i was stuck with 111224.

which is like the greatest number ever on an odometer.

11 + 12 + 24…. know what the total is? do ya? do ya?

sweet sweet 47. yay Rambaldi!

sing for me!!

i got to Frank’s today, and i heard something coming from inside the house as i searched for my keys. i thought, wow, Frank sure is talking loud on the phone. i wonder who he’s talking to. then i heard him talking in melody and remembered that he ordered us a karaoke machine this week.

so today they delivered the sleek little machine and 3 mics and something like 1100 songs.

i’m so in love.

and had cavities across the tops of 2 teeth right next to each other. more on that later. anyway, i can’t really eat or drink anything, especially since i had to have double novocaine because i could feel stabbing pain in my nerves during the drilling. so i’m gonna try to have a Coke and stare at this donut that i got before i rushed off to the dentist. it’s just sitting here on my desk. and they’re bringing in pizza for lunch. maybe i can stare at that too.

anyway, i survived, even though the dentist was probably afraid when i walked in and said, “i’m a horrible dental patient. no offense.”

ok, it’s April 14, and i should get to work and bask in the glow of the promise of tomorrow’s early closing and Monday’s day off.

ta for now, musees!

the Blue-Eyed Infidel, who got married 5 months ago, congratulations, talks about why she got hitched by a judge with no guests and no big wedding.

i concur, except i don’t even like going to other people’s weddings. no offense, i love my friends and family and want to be there when they get married and whatnot, but i’d rather sit at home eating bon-bons and clicking “send” from their Amazon registry than go to a big ol’ scene merge where all the wedding couple’s friends and family come together so they can sit and stare at each other awkwardly and try to make small talk about how the weather is in their respective parts of the country while the bride and groom rush around to say hey to everyone they haven’t seen in fifty years when really the only two people they care about seeing are each other, and all they can think while saying, hi, thanks for coming, it’s so good you came, is we just want to escape out the back door so we can be alone together and the bride can model those pretty undergarments she got at that dirty shower she had a few weeks ago.

the only weddings i like are ones with short ceremonies (read: under 30 minutes) and shorter receptions. here’s your cake, have some coke and punch, thanks for the gifts, nice ta see ya, oops, limo’s waiting outside, and we have to pay extra if he has to wait for us, but we just spent all our money to throw y’all a big party so we simply must run to that limo! so y’all throw some birdseed at us or blow bubbles or ring bells or flick boogers at each other, and we’ll run away fast. k, ready? go!

and Rachel’s right, there is nothing good about the wedding day for the bride. it is all 100% stress. the first time i walked down the aisle, i was in tears half an hour before the ceremony because i still didn’t have pantyhose, and the bridal place gave me the absolute wrong-sized petticoats and i was tripping over my dress. and we were still making flowers for all the lapels ten minutes before, and we had this big wedding on a Saturday at 2 and ruined everyone’s Saturday because who in their right mind wakes up Saturday morning and thinks, wow, i sure can’t wait to go to that wedding in the middle of the day, which means i can’t garden this morning and can’t really do much this evening because the wedding got plopped down smack-dab in the middle of my Saturday, and who are these people getting married anyway? oh yeah, some kids from church, and my spouse said i have to go, because they’re friends with the bride’s dad’s cousin and we were invited and how rude to not go!

i’m so looking forward to planning my wedding, can you tell? i guess i’m gonna need a “gettin’ hitched” category on the blog, because i’m sure to whine about all this planning stuff.

over at IMAO.

i’m in significant pain. my tooth holds in its roots little sharp knives. the tooth waits until i drink something cold or eat something hot and then throws open those tiny switchblades and just starts hammering away at my tooth, then my jaw, then my neck and stops around my collarbone. this started maybe 5 days ago and has gotten much worse by the day, so much worse that it now hurts even when i’m not eating or drinking anything. just all the time. i hate going to the dentist, but i actually called and made the appointment, so you know i’m not feeling so great if it’s gotten to this point. i see the dentist on Thursday so he can fix me, and if i still feel bad, i’m going Cast Away on my tooth.

regular blogging recommences Friday evening, because we’re getting off work at 2:00 on Friday and have the first day after April 15th off as a holiday. so no work Monday for me. i spent yesterday redecorating Frank’s guest bathroom (because see, it will be my guest bathroom soon, and i have such cute bathroom decorations!). next weekend will probably be spent getting more of my decorations from storage so i can continue to place my feminine influence over this house. btw, going to storage Saturday after work was awesome. it was like going shopping and not having to pay! i paused for a moment to pay homage to my beloved washer and dryer, which i miss dearly. but i came to his house with bathroom decorations, greenery, my printer, and all of my cookbooks. of course, i thought i was getting my books books, so i could bring Yvonne, my dear, sweet, adorable coworker/boss, my very favorite book of all time. but nope, got my coffee table books and cookbooks. if i get off work early enough today, i can go back and try for a second box of books.

anyway, next week expect lots of blogging.

dear me, my engagement ring is the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever laid my eyes on.

and yesterday we did really good, went to worship both times. i’ve been really bad about that, but we’re going to try to get to the three-times-a-week attendance. btw, the preacher at the church i’ve decided on is really great. he puts so much into each sermon and always has a great message.

ta!

1. i scored 1250 on my SATs. yeah, that’s true. and to those of you who said i probably scored higher, thanks for kissing up with such rigor.

2. i prefer Swingline staplers to all other staplers. 100% true. there is simply no comparison. if i pick up a Swingline, i know for a fact that stapler is going to perform its function without any wonky staple problems, no half-stapled papers. and if something goes wrong, it is definitely my fault, because Swinglines can do no wrong. and that’s the way i feel about that. oh, and don’t get me started on Bostitch. wretched staplers they are.

3. I own the Barbershop DVD. that’s true. that movie is funny, and i have a secret crush on Ice Cube. and i don’t have to worry that Frank will see that statement, because he just scans anyway. :-D

4. I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue. this statement is absolutely false. and i think that people who claim they actually can perform this impossible trick are lying through their cherry-stem-tying teeth! except maybe IowaSoccerMom, because she’s my blogdaughter and we ate at Chipotle together. oh how i miss Chipotle.

5. i once had a dog named Poo-Poo. this is true. it was a little black dog, and all i remember is that his name was Poo-Poo, that we went to Fort Worth one weekend (this was when i lived in Coahoma), and when we came back Poo-Poo was dead from ticks or something. Bikermommy says that the dog’s name was Clarence and that my Uncle Kyle named him Poo-Poo. sounds like Uncle Kyle.

6. I sometimes drink a glass of pickle juice. true. now, when i was growing up, i used to just drink pickle juice out of the jar, because it’s gooooood. but now i know that acid reflux has something to do with your tum-tum not having enough acid, and you’re supposed to take a tablespoon of apple-cider vinegar or something to help with that. and that really works. but see, i don’t have that at Frank’s house, it’s in storage. besides, pickle juice tastes better anyway. so i take that as an excuse to have myself a nice green glass of pickle juice, which has vinegar in it. not only does it work, it tastes gooooood to boot! yay Vlasic!

7. I stress-fractured my shinbone by running too much. yes, that happened March of 2003, when Sa and i were taking a running class thingy on Saturday mornings to learn how to run 10Ks and stuff. i’ve never been a regular runner since. i miss it.

8. The antenna ball on my car is a black cat from Halloween. oh yeah. when i lived in Amarillo, Bikermommy would come over to my house and put decorations on my door or in my yard or on my car, and then she’d get mad at me in December when my scarecrow was still in the yard. “fall is over, Sarah! you can’t have a scarecrow in your yard at Christmastime!” so she put this black cat antenna ball on my car, and it’s still there.

9. I peed my pants at a Dave Matthews Band concert. it wasn’t my fault! they’d already played “Crush” and “Don’t Burn the Pig” and then they threw “Ants Marching” at me! before i could stop myself, i was jumping up and down and screaming and oops! peed a little! thankfully i realized what i was doing and stopped. i didn’t tell Amelia until after the train ride back to the car, and she laughed her butt off with me.

10. I prefer my pizza without cheese. true. i’ll eat it with cheese, but i sure prefer it without those grease pits that come from melting fat all over the pizza. i also don’t like meat on my pizza, especially pepperoni. the thought of a pepperoni and cheese pizza makes me want to barf right now. my favorite pizza, for the record, is the thin artipeggio pizza from Uno’s, with no cheese, and dipped lovingly in their red wine vinaigrette dressing. salivating just thinking about it.

and that’s that.

storms? me not like so much. tonight i drove home in the scariest storm i’ve ever driven in in my entire 28 years. almost 29! lightning was brutal, it was hailing, the road was flooding, the street lights were few and far between, and did i mention that the rain was coming down in horizontal sheets? that means horizontal rain coming across my car in sheets. it was way scarier than tornado night in Amarillo. oh dear me.

The Office. this show makes us laugh so hard. me especially. i laugh hard. i love Pam and that guy with the hair.

8 days. 8 days!!!! till April 15. that is all.

the Joey theme song. all right y’all, all right y’all, you wanna be alright you gotta walk tall.

that’s about it. because i was really stressed and now i’m not and i’m about to kick Frank’s pinkytoe in Puzzle Kombat.