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i hate suv’s, but you know this right? if not, read here to catch up. with that in mind, i bring you our submission to fuh2….if you haven’t yet, then wander over to the site. it’s my new favorite thing.
mainly because of this:
a collage of bird flipping hummer haters, just my sorta ‘thang!

sometimes i threaten that i need new friends, of course, i never really mean it. they don’t come better than my geek squad, these guys would do anything for me. while fantastic guys, they are however, total and complete geeks.

these are the topics discussed over lunch today:

racing/nascar
significant digits
recycling
bio-diesel
air force flight pilot handle names
bluetooth technology

do you feel my pain? occasionally, we discuss things that actually interest me….

mystery boy and i are spending the evening doing something that would make my ancestors jump out of their graves with glee! i thought it would be fun to let you kids guess, but somehow i see that one getting WAY out of hand (you dirty, dirty people).

mormon sunday dinner!

we’ve decided it’s our calling in life to combine the finer points of a mormon dinner and a sarah dinner. a mormon dinner consists of the following key ingredients: pot roast, potatoes, mismatched place-settings, and loud children. a sarah dinner consists of only one key ingredient: wine.

does anyone know what kind of wine goes well with funeral potatoes? obviously boxed wine, but a chardonnay cube or a burgundy box?

i’ve often wondered who buys the non-lubricated condoms, you know, the red box trojans. i obviously spent too much time in the condom isle of the drugstore in my early 20’s. i finally figured it out, young mormon husbands! the geeks pointed out a bag in the back-seat of an audi wagon they parked next to, which contained one lonely condom. typically, this wouldn’t phase us, however, this time we knew the car owner.

to condom boy: i applaud you for a) getting some and b) practicing safe sex, but the curious part is the single serving size condom. aren’t newlyweds still in that “practice” stage, therefore needing multiple condoms over the one night stand purchase? i don’t get it.

now, to add to my rising condom issues i bring you some entertainment:

thanks to the neglect on the part of amazon.com, one more reason to shop there. entertainment!

woman bond over food; don’t ask me why, that’s just the way it is.

i met my second favorite sarah yesterday for coffee. we’ve been blog-friending for a while now and recently decided it’s high time we become real friends. we share a shoe obsession and an elitist attitude, so we got along famously. i look forward to shopping and target adventures soon!

later that day, i met up with mystery boy for lunch and a movie. i’m a giant pub whore so we went there. there were two separate tables of women eating behind us. the women all bonded over nachos, of all things. unfortunately, i was turned away staring at the couple in matching hiking clothes so i missed the nacho swap. luckily, mystery boy caught the whole thing. what drives a person to walk over to a table of unknown women and ask if they’d like to try your nachos?! oh, yeah…beer.

thanks to mystery boy for catching that little goodie for me; he’s a fantastic partner-in-crime for that very reason! boys with purple shoes are somehow better than the rest.

i hate email chain letters.

i’m never going to believe that my future relationship luck is hanging on the balance of one single email, hello, i don’t have a) luck or b) a relationship to jinx!

so, today i received this little lovely via cell phone:

Fwd:Fwd: Puff puff pass! Dis is a cellular blunt so dont fuck up the rotation! Keep this shit movin’ til the whole world hits it! Happy 420!

since when are we getting forwards via cell phones?! i can’t seem to escape this crap. to forward, or not to forward, that is the question. i’m ok with risking bad blunt luck, as i don’t smoke them, but just in case i pick up the habit between say now and the end of the day, i’ll pass it on to pmk.

so, we all know the deal; 420 is the day to celebrate being a pothead. we’ve all heard that 420 is the cop code for that wacky tobaccy, well not according to snopes:

420 is the penal code section for marijuana use in California.

Nope. Section 420 of the California penal code refers to obstructing entry on public land. The penal codes of other states list different entries for 420, but none of them matches anything having to do with marijuana.

just so you know….

while in the dressing room at express yesterday, i overheard two young girls discussing the skirts they were trying on. when having trouble deciding one asked the other, “what would jesus think if he walked into the room when you were wearing it?”

as i walked out they mistakenly asked my opinion, i simply stated, “jesus strikes me more of the red or black type, not baby blue”. i walked out as their jaws hit the floor.

i’m positive i’m going to hell, but at least i know i’ll be warm there.

i’ve never been a big fan of personalized license plates, but this one was just too fabulous not to like….

this morning ben and i were discussing his summer haircut plans, he’s moving “home” for the summer. we’ve decided if he is going to live in the country he has to be country (don’t worry, it’s just for the summer).

the obvious answer is, of course, a mullet.

when he was trying to explain what he wanted it to look like he said, “i don’t want it to scream i want to sleep with my cousins, i want it to whisper it”.

it was at this point i realized, we are most definitely related; siblings NOT cousins!