Seriously people? We all know how I feel about pious, pretentious, prudes who think that by slamming and criticizing they are lifting people up to the heights that they think they have attained when really they are just making an ass of themselves, being incredibly rude, not to mention totally un-Christlike. Oh, you didn't know I felt that way? Now you do. See here for the discussion. If she ruffles feathers, I think I would blow them straight off their chicken butts.
When in doubt go bullet style...
- We went swimming tonight and I scared myself by what I thought was climbing out of my bathing suit. Tarantulas that would frighten Bear Grylls. Let's just say summer was a long time ago and it's going to take a tree hedger to get things back in shape. Which reminds me...the girl who sold us our La-Z-Boy today was Brazilian.
- My stress has been relieved. Literally. If you didn't get the memo on that you either aren't on my A-list or I decided to protect you from things you just shouldn't know about a person. I should be more ashamed that my A-list included more than one phone call. Tough ta-tas.
- Which reminds me again...I am back to wanting a boob job. I cycle through wanting one, not wanting one, off and on throughout the year. I think it's seasonal. Something about having to fill (or not fill) the afore mentioned bathing suit.