Sunday, May 24, 2009

Oh Pish Posh Applesauce

What a whiner! I re-read my last post and even I thought I was a big ole' crybaby. Buck up Julie! Toughen up and quit crying in your beer. I get irritated with people at work when they verbalize shit like that, and look at me - I did the same.

Well bend me over and whack my fanny with a wet noodle.

Wait, maybe I should save that one for my man. It could be fun.......right? NOT THAT I'M COMPARING YOUR WILLY TO A WET NOODLE DAVID! Seriously. Truly. I'm not. Um hmm. Nope, not at all.

I was slammed in the ER on Saturday. Lot's of little things, nothing really big or eventful which is surprising for a holiday weekend. Didn't even have a wreck until this evening. Weird, isn't it? Is the moon traveling out on a different track or something? Spinning a bit off course? Who knows. But apparently the man in the moon isn't talkin'.

My man is gone for the weekend, water skiing without me. Can you believe the gall of that man? He leaves me behind and goes and has fun in the water without me?!? Pashaw I say. Pashaw.

Of course, it COULDN'T have had anything to do with the fact that I had to work all weekend. Nah...... couldn't be that.




3 comments:

Sabra said...

You totally blogged while drugged, didn't you? I love you man!

Tonjia said...

I worked all weekend too. We must have had a troll convention in town. Or maybe a convention for toothless, smelly, oily haired people who want narcotics.

Nope! those are trolls.... :-D

Southern Drawl said...

Pashaw... Thanks for reminding me of that word! My grandmother used to always say that. Not that you remind me of my grandmother..just saying...