Thanks!
Marky and I went to Costco today for supplies: potato chips and water. I commented on his new pants and he said, “I like them, but the pockets are too small and my shit is way too big.”
How am I not supposed to take that dirty? Seriously.
Marky made me go here:
Because I made him go here:
I was over at a friend’s house last night, sitting on the porch having a drink when he walked in and said,”Hell yeah! My yeast is rising, and it’s making my balls rise.”
no, this is not a lesbian post. sorry, boys.
i made the trek to utah county today to see midge and milinda, and their respective male company, or children as others keep calling them. it’s nice that my girlfriends live within five minutes of one another, i just with it were somewhere in the salt lake valley.
milinda and i met for lunch at chadders, the american fork knockoff of in-n-out burger. it was a sad affair. the food sucked and it took way to long for sucky food. it tasted nothing like in-n-out, but did look like a very cheap knockoff. what a complete and total waste of six bucks.
midge and i went for iced tea and dessert at some sandwich place by her house. when i asked if they had iced coffee the clerk just looked at me with the stepford wives blank stare. do people really not know what iced coffee is? come on.
the point of this post is not to bitch about utah county eating establishments, but to bitch about my friends–that’s right. two of my best girls let me wander around IN PUBLIC with the tag still on my pants! it’s one think to overlook the tag out of pure excitement to wear cute new pink summery pants, but how i didn’t feel the tag rubbing on my butt is beyond me.
a group of us went to the arts fest this weekend to see the filthy gorgeous fashion show. it was incredible! obviously i was especially obsessed with the pink guitar.
i had a semi-date with me, which ben claims scarred him for at least a week. my date happens to be a family counselor, so of course ben insisted on immediate therapy to deal with a man flirting with his sister. and you think i’ve got issues?
thanks to cottonsox photography for letting me post one of her “bloody brilliant” pics!
i was looking at my friend milinda’s profile on blogger and her answer to the dumb blogger provided question reminded me why we are still friends after all these years!
Thank you auntie, for the beautiful maple syrup dispenser. I always enjoy looking at a good cock first thing in the morning.
i met milinda, one of my very best friends from childhood, for lunch yesterday. i haven’t seen her in years, which is really sad, and i vowed not to let that happen again.
it was so nice to see we have just as much in common now (sans the hubbie and kids) as we did then. we spend nearly two hours complaining about the church and our respective parent’s strange obsession with all things religious. we have the same issues with our dads and dislike of our younger brother’s choices in wives (not you holli!).
it’s strange to go from talking about which member of n.k.o.t.b we want going to hump to discussing real life problems. i felt so grown up, which i’m sure won’t last long.
baby ike finally made an appearance into the world last night. he’s beautiful and totally worth sitting through an entire episode of oprah for! midge being uber cool, as always, had ‘i like ike‘ pins for all to wear.
i drove to happy valley yesterday. not because it makes me especially
happy, but certain people who live there do. midge. very pregnant
midge.
it was the last day i’d be able to spend with her before she has the baby. she’s a week overdue, that lazy bugger just won’t come out. thursday she goes in and they will force the little guy out. i’m sure there’s some sort of technical term for this, but i like to refer to it as operation baby retrival, where they go in and smoke him out–sorta like iraq, but cheaper.
we enjoyed a leisurely lunch, pedicures and oprah. because that’s what you do when you’re pregnant and your best friend is unemployed… i think.
holli and i took the kids to the zoo today. mrs. ak, her two children and mina, the mother of all, met us there. we did all the usual zoo stuff: rode the train, saw the animals, hunted for diet coke, nearly puked walking out of the stinky snake building. hannah and her new best friend explained it best: