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my shower drain has a devil baby gestating inside of it. that is, in my mind, the only explanation why it remains clogged after pouring drano down it every day for an entire week.
rather than fight it, i have given up.
i now shower with water to my ankles, but today i threw in a pink rubber ducky and call it a sh’bath.
go ahead. judge me.
you can take the girl out of relief society, but you can’t take the relief society out of the girl. or can you?
it’s too cold to be outdoors so i decided to get my crafty on. this was my practice piece. i think i’m going to turn it into a magnet for ben’s fridge. whether he likes it, or not–because that’s what good sisters do.
i have two extra sundance tickets to see “the good night” saturday 6.30 pm at the rose wagner theater. i’m having a blah day and could use a laugh, so the person that comes up with the most entertaining reason they want/need them can have ’em. free, well not exactly free, i am making you work for them.
if you’re a super secret spy and don’t want to post your reason for others to see, my email works too.
i didn’t post my column last week, so this week you get two!
i haven’t made sundance a priority like i have in previous years. i’m busier this year and it’s just so cold out! waitress was really good, but i’ve been craving pies ever since. not sure that’s a good thing considering jen doesn’t live close enough to bake me some. marie callender’s pies just aren’t the same.
slcup and i are going to see hounddog this afternoon, as i always say 2 sara(h)’s are better than 1. hopefully she’ll stop me from doing anything too humiliating like the time i offended jennifer aniston in the bathroom, or the time i almost killed carmen electra with a door. if ak stops being a baby about his sore throat then we’ll see king of california tonight. funny how last year i had an ear infection and when i skipped some movies i was a wuss, but look who is sick now. ha! karma’s a bitch.
star sightings thus far:
-john hensley, the super yummy son on nip/tuck–who was lucky i had a boy with me, otherwise he would’ve had to push me off his leg in my attempt to hump it.
-keri russel, um adorable!
-cheryl hines–her face is even pointier in person.
-nathan fillion, whom i’ve loved since he was the pretty fireman in two guys, a girl, and a pizza place.
-some guy from the show 24 that no one seemed to care about but himself.
ohh, and r-lo claims he saw kevin bacon but he’s also a known liar. so, whatever.
there’s no escaping bike talk, even in the middle of the coldest january, um, ever. while at lunch today the geeks spoke bike in front of me. i’ve specifically asked them to refrain from doing so, but they never listen. as usual i sat there looking bored and tried to talk myself into not picking up my fork and stabbing their eyeballs out. they really shouldn’t test me, they’ve all seen my dog.
the conversation evolved from shaving legs for bikey smoothness to hairy butts. i don’t know how this happens though i suspect sometimes it’s my fault. i asked what the typical age is for a man when he starts to develop that fuzzy butt disease, but as usual they ignored me. i got louder, because that’s what i do when i’m ignored.
i’ve got to learn it’s not ok to use my loud voice in restaurants, especially when i find myself saying, very loudly, “WHY WON’T ANYONE ANSWER MY HAIRY BUTT QUESTION?!” ak gave me his usual ” i cannot believe we choose to take you out in public” look. if you ask me it’s his fault for not answering the first three times i asked.
a “friend” and i went to park city yesterday for sundance. while we were there we dropped by pmk’s house for some essentials: clean bathrooms and coffee laced with large quantities of alcohol. i noticed a monopoly game set up in the corner, but didn’t pay any attention to what version it was. i just assumed everyone plays my favorite one, the here & now edition. it’s totally cute and totally commercial with game pieces including a prius, RAZR phone and most importantly a starbucks cup! 
but, noooooo…
as my friend pointed out on the way home, they were playing the national park version. sometimes i forget living in park city requires you to enjoy the outdoors even while you’re indoors.
i went to my ex’s house for the evening to watch a movie.
as a woman it’s my duty to walk around trying to notice anything different from the last time i was there. i can’t help it, it’s written into my genetic code. blame god.
there was a dixie chicks album on his stereo and a hawaiian shirt in his closet with the ugliest flowers ever printed to fabric. i was afraid to look any longer in fear my eyes would bleed out of their sockets, which would’ve made driving home an ordeal.
let this be a lesson to all future boyfriends, when i go everything good in your life seems to follow, including your musical taste and sense of fashion. the rest? well, that’s a secret.