The inestimable Keely over at the Un-Mom hosts a little party called Random Thoughts Tuesday. Since, I've been known to drink a little too much wine on occasion I thought I'd crash at her place. I've been crashing a Keely's place every Tuesday for awhile now. She doesn't seem to mind. Little does she know I've been drinking all her wine and teaching X tantrum tricks. Shhhh.....don't tell her.
Did anyone else ask their obstetrician while he was stitching up their epesiodomy if he was stitching in his initials down there because he was taking so damn long? Or was it just me? Almost 26 years later I can still remember his answer. "Why, yes Michele I am".
For someone that can come and go as I want at work why is it that everyone wants to talk to me at 3pm when I want to leave?
Am I the only one that finds having control of the TV remote powerful and seductive? (I'm pretty sure they are shaped like phallic symbols for a reason. I've been telling JR for years that remotes are shaped that way because guys think of them as an extension of their penis.) When the guys are here I have no control over what we watch in the living room. I have to retreat to the master bedroom to watch my favorite shows. Now, that I have the house to myself I have become a remote whore. The boys are in for it when they show up next week.
Why do I think this headline is too funny?
Animal nicknamed Molly wanders through Queens before being captured
updated 8:57 a.m. CT, Thurs., May 7, 2009
I know why. It reminds me of this song:
This song makes me laugh every single time I hear it.
Jump right into the randomness by visiting Keely and all the Keelyites. It is well worth your time. If I'm there when you show up will you pass me a glass of Pinot Noir. It's over there on the counter. I just opened it.