I woke up this morning and my first thought was “Leave me alone, I’m tired”. My second, once I realized the weekend was over and I have to actually respond to the child poking me since his father left for work was, “Oh, shit, it’s Tuesday. I gotta go write something!”
I will not be proof reading this post.
Friggin’ long weekends, man. Everyone ends up partying on a Monday and once I start, I’m always the last one standing. It’s in my blood. Then I don’t want to do anything the next day. Today happens to be that day.
Every time I see a toilet lid down in my house (like both lids, so it’s closed), I assume it means someone pooped in there and I flush before I open it.
I went to my first civil war reenactment Sunday right here in Charlotte. I’m pretty sure they set it up so the South wins, but don’t quote me on that, because I had NO IDEA what I was watching. There was just a ton of wicked drunk old guys walking around firing guns and occasionally lying down and faking death. It was pretty awesome.
Blowing shit up is cool.
My best friend died seven years ago. I’m going to tell you about him for the next few weeks. I am mentioning this now because my friends organized a non-profit memorial golf tournament in his name and this is the sixth year it’s going on and we’re still looking for sponsors to donate either cash towards the scholarship in his name at my old high school or prizes (at or about $150 in value) towards tournament awards. PLEASE just leave a comment if you’re interested in donating. I’ll work out additional advertising for you or your company with my websites as an extra incentive, if desired.
That was not funny, I typically like to slap some funny around, but don’t worry, my Joe to the O stories are hilarious.
Holy crap, my children are ADORABLE.
I plan on getting my hair cut and colored in the next few weeks and I had a little facebook debate on what color I should go. I was a brunette for about a year a while back and while I really think blonde suits me best, I do think I’ll go a teensy bit darker blonde, but I wanted to show you what I looked like with brown hair.
That was four years ago. Weird, huh?
I like pooping. People are always like “EW. Why do you talk about that?” like they don’t shit. Sewing my asshole shut is just not at the top of my to-do list (pun intended).
Okay, folks, I have to make like deodorant and roll out. Time for school. If you’d like to read random that takes my ass and kicks it gently, check out our favorite Super Hero, The Un Mom.