Buy me a one way ticket to ANYWHERE that has temperatures above 32 degrees. I’ll be your lap dog. I’ll fetch your paper… well, I would except my mouth isn’t big enough to even get around the Anchorage Daily News. But I’ll be very nice and polite and even poop and pee outside so long as I don’t risk freezing my butt to the ground.
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Get your credit card compromised, get a new one issued and then spend an entire day updating the information with all 3284 companies that bill you automatically each month on your credit card. Yep, it doesn’t get much more fun. Anyone out there know a quick cure for a numb butt?
I don’t have a cell phone so that “they” can’t trace my movements because if they did, they’d die of boredom. And I wouldn’t want to be responsible for someone’s death.
Every once in awhile, Carm and Snowy forget about the Santa toy and leave him lying somewhere unattended. About once every thirty to sixty days, BuddhaBubba sees it lying there and takes advantage of the opportunity to claim it for her own. The problem? Once she’s cornered it, managed to stuff it in her mouth and protect it from the boys, she stands in total bewilderment clearly wondering what the hell she’s supposed to do with it now that she caught it. I’m with her. I have no idea why the boys both think they are the powerful vanquishers of
I can still vaguely remember saying, with fervent conviction, “Never trust anyone over 30”. Based on that theory, I should have packed it in a long, long time ago. But I didn’t. Instead, I wake up each day amazed at how much of my life has passed while I am still trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up.
The passage of time is ground further into my consciousness when I get calls from friends who callously announce that my 50th high school reunion is on the horizon and want to know what month works best
There simply ought to be a law banning Christmas music before December 1. No one, and I mean absolutely no one, should have to listen to Frosty the Snowman for more than four weeks a year. It’s simply cruel.
Hawaii seems to be a great state. Honolulu seems to be a great city. But… and this is a major but… have those people lost their minds when it comes to traffic? I lived in NYC and it wasn’t as bad as it is on any highway around Honolulu anytime of any day or night. Build yourselves some decent infrastructure or mass transit that isn’t a joke amongst the population which, I sensed after listening to many conversations, is the consensus on the new rail line being built.
But other than that, great place.
Well, actually three days in Hawaii. For those of us who prefer our heaven to be cold and not hot, it was not exactly paradise except for those two beautiful boys I got to hang with and rediscovering my long lost college roommate. Imagine our surprise when we both realized that neither one of us had changed a bit since we last saw each other sometime in the Summer of Love. That’s our story and we’re sticking to it!
