Ramblings
Bonjour mon amie! It's been way too long, peeps. Defs got the Bread and Jam sweats from lack of posting. This weekend was the girls camping soiree, and when I get my act together I'll compile the pictures and get thee an update tout de suite! Until then, you'll have to make do with this one picture of me being scared by the thunder storm that set in on Saturday, and my ridiculous ramblings.
Rambling #1: Up until this very evening, my apartment was overrun with fruit flies. I'm talking hundreds of them. An army. And I'm a tidy and generally clean person, so this was not jiving with my "flow", as you can imagine. Much like my mother who launched a full on war against the kitchen moths she couldn't get rid of (even after head-to-toe cleaning the cupboards three times, and investing hundreds of dollars in overpriced Tupperware), I was obsessed with getting rid of them--changing the garbage, scrubbing the kitchen, cleaning out the recycling...
Until tonight. Somehow, when I got home from ultimate, they were mysteriously... gone. Odd. Not a one. Nothing. Nada. Like they packed up, flipped me the bird, and flew away to greener (more vitamin C filled?) pastures.
Groovy. And a bit disturbing. Like I'm gonna open a closet someday and find a giant wall of fruit flies staring me down.
*uncomfortables*
Rambling #2: Little Tim from the ultimate team tried to argue with a table full of girls (again) that getting kicked in the doo-da-doo is worse than giving birth. To which Poomobile replied, "why don't you take an apple and shove the whole thing in your mouth, and when you can't get it to fit, I'll start shoving it in there for you, and then I'll grab a pair of pliers and try and make your mouth wider sos it does fit, and then... THEN... come talk to me..."
*even more uncomfortables*
Rambling #3: The best part of starting something is... Everything.
5 comments:
I'm getting worried about your tanning. In that picture you clearly look like soft leather that I would want to make a bag out of.
...And after you stuff that whole apple in your mouth your face will never be the same...
FS, is that you?
Oohhhh! I'm excited for you...
-hurr_ah
(we had fruit flies last August as well. I feel your pain. I can't remember how ours left, but they eventually did. None of them stared us down).
No, it can't be FS because she doesn't have access at work. Must be Poo.
Damn Poo and her anonymous posts. I'll make a bag out of YOU how 'bout...
Funny story. Just talked to a girl who recently popped her bun out of the oven. She said that when she was getting her heavenly shot of drugs she had to lean over and hug her husband while placing her feet on his knees (he was sitting). During the administration of the drugs her foot accidentally slipped.....and I'm sure you can guess where it landed! Anywhoo, the moral of the story, he said that it did not compare to what he imagined she had gone through to bring them their baby girl.
So, Tim, take that and shove it where the sun don't shine!
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