Even though I'm bordering on exhaustion*, I was a little disappointed at my lack of plans for the evening. I hesitate to say that since it's partly my own damn fault and I also don't want to make the sick or the relaxing feel badly about it**. I guess I feel like I'm wasting one of the rare weekend nights when I don't have to open the next morning at BN. I always have to leave the parties or nights out to make my long drive home in order to be coherent for the next day. It sucks being an old woman=/ A boring, lame, poor-as-fuck old woman.
OK, Now...something funny. Come on, I can do it. Did anything funny happen today? Today I spent 8 hours saying and doing the same thing over and no it had nothing to do with Sting and tantric anything. Ew! There was one funny moment when a little girl who was maybe 5 years old pointed to a CD and said to her mom, "There's your boyfriend, mommy!" The mom looked at the CD and said, "Um, no, honey. That's Rod Stewart." Things to wonder here:
+Does mom indeed have a boyfriend and does the dad know?
+Does mom's boyfriend look like Rod Stewart? Yabbo.
That's all I've got. I'll try to do better tomorrow.
*It's my blog and I'll exaggerate if I want to!
**Not that they would or should. I'm just covering my bases here. You know how sometimes things written online can be read way wrong? Yeah, exactly.