I am writing this as a rebuttal to one miss Jody C, who has made some rather inappropriate comments regarding my choice in serving frozen pizza (which shall be hereby abbreviated to 'frizza' for the purposes of efficiency) to my fellow co workers (if you don't know what I'm referring to- check out the post 'Misadventures in Cooking' and subsequent comments). First of all, I would like to begin by saying that the idea of the lunch on Wed. is to be an informal gathering over a simple meal. Nobody goes to any great lengths, and generally the meals are very basic. People throw together any items that they have on hand, and as such, we have had some rather strange things. I have been introduced to moose stew on one occasion. My one coworker once made ham stew, which was a bit different, but edible nonetheless. The low point was 'fruit soup' which was, sadly, as it sounds... fruit salad heated up and served with some wierd spices. So frizza is acceptable in light of this tradition of preparing easy and economical meals. And secondly, I would like to say that if your only purpose in reading this blog is to be critical of my actions, then I would kindly ask you to find yourself another blog to read, or better yet, write your own freaking blog and I'll just go on there and heckle you. Here is a link to another blog that you may try, though you will have to ask the author for permission to go on it. thirdtimesacharm123.blogspot.com. But bear in mind that the content borders on soft porn. Sheesh. I haven't seen nipples like that since 'The 69th Sense' (which by the way, is NOT a very good show and is NOT the sequel to 'The 6th Sense'- no matter what your husband may try to tell you.) Kidding Lo. Take a pill. I love your belly cast- it is truly a wonderful keepsake.
So that is that. The other thing which I'm wanting to blogcast is that I'm 'sleeping single in a double bed' (To quote one Mr. Jamie Kennedy- a pure comic genius). My husband is out of town so I'm all alone. I'm thinking about starting an affair, but time is running short. He will be home early tomorrow, so I guess I'd better get going. I'm just not that sure about how to embark on an affair. I will say that my husband definately deserves any affair that I may or may not have within the next ten hours. Why does he deserve it?? Because let's recount mothers day. Oh, wait, Mothers Day?? Back up the bus here. Has that come and gone already?? Hmmm. Didn't know that because he didn't get me anything. Which is whatever, fine, I guess. But the thing is, is that even if you didn't have time to get a gift or whatever, then the least you could do would be to try to do something nice for me- even a little thing like give me a massage or make me an omelette for brunch, or even simply state the fact that you appreciate me. But apparently this did not cross his stupid mind, either. Anyhoo. we ended up getting into a big row on Sunday night. And I thought I would punish him by sleeping on the couch. But here's a newsflash for you: sleeping on the couch is no punishment to anyone but your OWN SORRY SELF. God. I had dogs jumping all over me. Stupid leather couch so I was stuck to it. And all the while- he's snoring his freaking head off and sprawled out in the bed. But he ended up buying me flowers on Monday, which was OK I guess but I don't see why I have to throw a CF (Caniption Fit for those not in the know) in order to get a freaking rose. Is it really too much to ask??? Don't get me started...
Anyways, that last line was from SNL on Sat. which Molly Shannon hosted which was hilarious. So... I've got to go now...I have thirteen baby kittens.... and I'm going to France next month for three weeks... so that's probably a lot longer than you'll ever be there...so I'm probably a lot wealthier than you and have way more kittens, too...so.... I guess that's all for now. (Just picture me twirling my hair),
And just in case you didn't know that last bit was also from SNL.
Anyways, that's all for tonight. Peace out.