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i had a crummy day (the reasons need not be blogged), but then i remembered i had new tubby juice, i just love bath and body coupons! so, all day i am looking forward to coming home for a nice relaxing tubby, and when i get something in my head i want nothing stops me, or so i thought….

aromatherapy lavender vanilla foaming bath. √
scrumptious sugar scrub. √
glass of wine. √√
current new yorker complete with new sedaris story. √
billie holiday music. √

locked the front door to stop any surprise guests….and i was set. i just got settled in when i heard someone coming up the stairs. please, please don’t be for me. ben lives across the hall, let it be one of his lame friends. nadda. loud knocking at my door. crappity crap crap. i get out, all while telling myself– it’s probably just krissy and she forgot something. again, nadda. my downstairs neighbor was there to inform me my tub was leaking through her ceiling. double crappity crap crap. thus endeth the near fabulous tubby i have been looking forward to, and thus endeth my evening plans. argh….

at least now there is a reason to finish off that bottle of wine.

it’s summer, the way i can tell is: i washed my car, wore flip-flops, and donned pink glitter lip gloss. these are only summer time activities for me. feel free to ignore the snow in the mountains, because i am. seriously, it’s summer. i can feel it.

which means instead of being a hermit i can get back to business. including but not limited to sarahday nights with aimee, and evenings on the sbux patio. did you hear (errr…read) that aim? saraimee is back!

we all know the term “walk of shame”, more than likely out of personal experience (like me). this morning i felt the walk of shame, without the walk. i went to take daisy out and instead of putting more clothes on i figured she would be quick and it was warm enough that i was ok. well, ok…i wasn’t. i didn’t factor in church. come sunday morning my street is packed with cars, and those cars are filled with nice church going families. there i stood in my ratty old see through tank top and super short boxers. my hair at crazy angles and make up under my eyes. i look like i had been rode hard and put away wet (i wish, sigh…). i swear those parents hurried their kids the minute they saw me, and i swear as they walked away the children were warned about girls like me. ok, maybe that last part was a lie.

humiliation before coffee, not the ideal way to start my day.

top ten reasons why i like my ipod better than people:

1-my ipod always does exactly what i tell it to do.
2-my ipod requires little maintenance.
3-my ipod goes anywhere i want, without complaints.
4-my ipod doesn’t have any opinion on life choices i make.
5-my ipod is always there for me.
6-my ipod never tells me i am too opinionated.
7-my ipod doesn’t mind when i flake.
8-my ipod never judges my musical choices (e.g. lyle lovett and neil diamond).
9-my ipod wears pink leather.
10-my ipod never hurts my feelings by saying the wrong thing.

i am a sell out.

tonight, i sold out to american idol. having never seen a single episode i finally tuned in to see what all the fuss was about. my self diagnosed attention deficit disorder only allowed twenty minutes. i refuse to admit i enjoyed the show. however, i absolutely (pun intended) admit i’m madly in lust with the dreamy ace “i want to hump you” young. luckily, i was able to stop drooling long enough to notice that ace reminded me of someone….

so, shag-worthy twins separated at birth?!

i double-triple latte love jason lewis–otherwise known as smith jared, samantha’s super sexy boyfriend on sex in the city.

i tell you this lest i end up chopped into pieces and placed into someone’s deep freezer, only to be discovered by my trusty lassy dog daisy, and only because she was hungry and there wasn’t anyone to fill her bowl (someone has to keep her in fatness, and that someone is me) –this will serve as my written record of such events that led up to my untimely death.

i am contemplating signing up for match.com (gasp). if i don’t end up dead, think of the possibilities. no, not the possible dating matches, the possible entertainment factor. i blame jacquie brown. if you weren’t getting married and i wasn’t faced with finding a date i wouldn’t have realized just how long it has been since i was asked out on a proper date. so jac this one is on you–miss me when i am gone!

this post is my preventative maintenance, as i have yet to join. please feel free to attempt talking me out of it.

a cautionary tale when eating at la frontera…..

alex calls this my “is there really a guy wearing a hat that says cocks behind me look”.

enough said.

i saw this today while at the store!
when the normal person sees a giant beware of dog sign they, well beware! not me. i made the mistake of getting closer. remember barkley from sesame street? well, a ferocious larger version of that dog lunged at me through the half open window. i screamed and ran. sadly, there was no pmk to hide behind this time.

as soon as it warms up enough to take daisy in the car again, i am soooo getting one. how funny would it be to see that sign on a car with a pug? i can’t wait!

i have a nasty little ear infection. in an effort to avoid a night time trip to the instacare i went in search for some sudafed, my mom’s cure all. when i am not feeling well i regress and immediately need to phone my mom. AND no matter what the ailment, sudafed is the cure.

cold? sudafed. sore throat? sudafed. pimple? sudafed.

off i went in search of the magic red pills. living downtown, while usually fantastic, is not the ideal location for midnight cold medicine retrieval. two pharmacies later and all i was able to find was the sudafed pharmacy card. at midnight, the pharmacy is closed! what the hell?! to avoid contributing to the meth labs, these pharmacies won’t let you purchase any ephedrine based product without the “supervision” of a pharmacist.

i cried. honestly, i did. i was in some serious pain.

i found the assorted eardrop selection. i immediately opened one and made krissy drop them into my ear right then and there. sure, people looked at us funy, but at that point i refused to care.

the moral of this very painful story is to plan ahead with those winter colds!