Ribfest, this weekend, yum.
Bachelor Party, also this weekend, 1920s, really want to buy that fringe-y dress, gin, yum.
Best Friend is back from Florida-living, staying for four months, might stay forever, finds out Friday, chews pink Uniden phone while waiting, ew.
Parents going away (AGAIN!) this weekend, playing house with the regan, (insert many MANY dirty thoughts here you bad, bad readers), double yum.
Lack of employment getting seriously out of hand, I am the BROKEST and it sucks balls, yuck.
Finances are very bad, can't charge for watching relatives but meh, babysitting familial brats ain't so bad, babies smell like Fleecy, eating babies (miss you borrelli), yum.
Never go tie shopping with boys, they claim to have no taste, that's not true... they just have BAD taste, always pick "c" (or in this case, the blue one), peace.
Perhaps once this weekend I will get to lick rib sauce out of someone's navel, yum.
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7 comments:
sher, i miss you too, and also, you comment about the taste of boys is probably one of the most accurate and honest things i've ever read.
just so you know, the thought of you licking ribsauce out of regan's navel in your empty house is seared into my memory.
My initial thought was that Regan wouldn't go for the ribsauce navel licking. He doesn't like goop, remember? So, one begs to question which navel you will be licking ribsauce out of, Sherry?
ew...
LINT
Amy, in answer to your query I will pose an alternate query: couldn't it be my own?
sherry, if it IS your own, that is one fucking amazing trick for parties.
So I expect a demonstration, cause as Sra said, great trick for parties. And guess what? There's going to be a party! I'll bring the ribsauce, you bring your navel.
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