Monday, October 26, 2009

I'm not crazy.

Stop putting words into my mouth.

I'm not writing that.

Oh...are you still talking?

Quit being like this!

Sorry. I was just responding to Kennedy's antagonizations about my blog in the form of a blog. I'll let you fill in the blanks.

So, I was accosted by a crack-head tonight at Jimmy John's. (And by accosted, I mean definition #1 at, and NOT #3.) She came in dripping wet from the rain, talking all crazy about needing a job, used the f-word in there somewhere and asked to see my wedding rings.

THEN, she held the door open for me as I left and politely offered to give me gas money to take her down the highway. I, of course, accepted.

Kidding. I told her I was in a hurry. No telling WHAT was hidden in that giant coat of hers. (I'm implying she was concealing a weapon.)

Tomorrow is the big day. I will be starting work. Booooooo!!! I don't want to work! I don't want to get dressed/shower each day! I don't want to leave Elvis. But I DO want free coffee and human interaction. Hmmm....decisions, decisions.

If I were a surgeon, I would begin every surgery with the phrase, "Hmmm....incisions, incisions."

I think it's about time I started work. I mean, the Lifetime channel has changed it's morning line-up and moved Reba to 7am instead of 9am, so I guess it's just a natural season change for all of us. I'm going to miss Reba. But mostly, I'm going to miss Barbara-Jean.


Stephanie Dean said...

I can't wait to hear about your first day! I am sure you will love it!

Amy said...

i love how i'll be reading your blog, la la la la la, then all of a sudden, i bust out laughing. for this post, it was the "hmmm... incisions, incisions" line.

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