you might’ve noticed that october 11 came and went with nary a peep here. you might’ve wondered at that. or you might not have. i dunno. i’m not here to tell you how to think. i’m here to tell you about him.
yes, on the 11th ben and i celebrated five years of married awesome. but the story started long before then… (more…)
me: so can you imagine if ashley todd had been smart enough to not make the “b” on her cheek backwards?
ben (much more eloquently verbose): i don’t think it would’ve mattered much. her story was inconsistent. it certainly wouldn’t cost him the election.
me: well, let’s assume that if she was smart enough to not carve the “b” backwards, she’d be smart enough to keep her story straight. at the very least, it would’ve taken longer for her story to be debunked.
ben: but if she were that smart, she probably wouldn’t be a mccain supporter.
okay, i’m all for affordable alternatives. however, i refuse to even consider an insurance policy endorsed by billy mays. seriously, billy mays? the guy who wants to sell me orange glow and kaboom and oxy clean and mighty putty, among other things? you couldn’t maybe find a slightly more dignified spokesperson, like wilford brimley? hell, at least he already pawns medical supply services, so at least the name/product association is already in the right place.
pfft…billy mays…
so i’m kickin it solo tonight. sweetie’s out of town on business, and even though the gang was all meeting up for dinner, i opted to stay home and catch up on some laundry. go team anti-social-but-productive! on the bright side, i now have clean knickers, and that’s always a good thing.
and it’s me, the snoozing cow, the slumbering kitten, and rachel (the latter being, alas, only on the telly), all hanging out in the living room. rachel is talking about the danger of being overconfident in politics, and suddenly it occurs to me that i want to play kickball.
what? (more…)
oh hai. how’s it goin? me, i’m aight, i reckon. thing is, this has been one hell of a month. it’s been like a juggling act of work and politics and illness, and sweet criminey, i’m pooped. srsly. and this is gonna be a meandering post, but at least it’s a post, which is a damn sight better than what i’ve offered up lately…
first, the work. (more…)
