walked in on a conversation at work the other day. for some reason, the older ladies that are employed were talking about s.i.d.s., and how their young daughters were afraid to let their babies sleep on their stomachs. they insisted it was ridiculous and i agreed, stating that i always slept on my stomach and ‘I’m only dead on the inside’. they didnt really get it.
a few hours later, i spent some time out in the fine okrahoma heat. when i came back inside to try and snack on a sugar cookie, a discovery was made. i think i have brain damage. there is no possible way that any sugar cookie is going to taste like cherries, and only cherries. thats all i could taste.
after that, you’d think i would have been having a bad day. not the case, my friends. i did have one or two spots of happy news. ‘Machismo’ called me and told me that our upstairs neighbors are looking to move out. FINALLY. no more midnight vacuuming sessions. no more stomping. no more Jay-Z (unless its coming from my puter). no more pointless arguments about who put whom’s shoes where. we might even have to buy them a going away gift, but i wouldnt even know what the proper gift is. they havent even hit thier paper anniversary yet….
also, i procured something for yon ole homestead. ok, so maybe i dont drink beer at all, but i like having a tacky neon sign lighting up my place.
