I can probably eat more paper clips than you too...
Well, the Nacho is not pregnant…again. Lord, what do we have to do!? Well, of course I know what we have to do, but so far it’s not working.
After this state of my uterus was confirmed, we went out to dinner and I proceeded to drink too much wine. I hadn’t had any in a while and boy did it pack a punch. As a result, I feel kinda crappy today.
Why does every job I have require me to get up at the butt-crack of dawn? Doesn’t anyone understand that I am not a morning person? Including me. Why don’t I get jobs that start at 9? Whatever happened to 9 to 5? I’m doing 7-4. Hey, there’s another hour in there. Did people use to get paid for lunch?
In other news….
I have averted disaster! Well, not disaster, but annoyance. Saturday was to be UFC night at our house. J invited a gang of dudes over to watch men try and kill each other in a cage. I do not like this sport. I find it repugnant. I understand it takes skill and strength, and the people involved are good at what they do, but it doesn’t change the fact that what they are good at, is hurting people. Hey, I could probably punt a cat farther than you….but we shouldn’t have a contest to find out. Anyway, for some reason the festivities have been moved from our house to another guy’s house. Probably related to the size of his….TV.
Oh, and I am a little excited today because not only did cativa stop by , but sambot actually typed the words N-a-c-h-o I-n-t-o-l-e-r-a-n-t into a blog post. I am all a twitter just thinking of his fingers clicking away on his Mac-Daddy Mac!
I love me some Apple porn.
3 comments:
Me neither. Looks like our big Xmas reveal is out for this go round...
I am not a morning person either so you would think my 9-6 (ok, maybe 5:30ish) job would work well for me. Problem is the 45 minute commute in each direction! I miss my first real job... the commute was just 15 minutes. So, now I leave at 8am and get home around 7pm. Why the hell do I have to give 11 hours of my day (55 hours per week!) for a job! That's time wasted that I could've spent with my wife and kids. *sigh* One day I'll find a nice telecommuting gig that will fit my life better... until then I'll have to just learn to enjoy the fat paycheck at the end of the month. :-o
Oh, and speaking of the UFC... my wife really surprised me by getting hooked on watching the Ultimate Fighter "reality" show. I was completely shocked by that one. Unfortunately, neither of us got to see that last few episodes. We decided to get rid of our TVs.
Wow...I don't think we could ever do that. However, we are still without kids, so the brain rot isn't hurting anybody but ourselves.
I, too, got into that reality show. I got sucked into a marathon of it on a Sunday. The first pay per view event J got, I remember thinking...."boy, this would be much better if we could see them hanging out at the house afterwards." But instead its just them pounding on each other...I guess I like drama of a different sort.
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