...if I'm blogging. Hell to the no. I'm reading blogs. It's been nuthin' but effin' football all day long and guess what!!!! Sunday Night football is on. Yeah. Whoopeee.
Now, I'm not saying that I hate football. I love the game (especially when my Spartans are concerned and winning...but that goes without saying), but my gawd people? Three games already today and now another one. Sigh. It's like eating Breyer's vanilla three times a day AND for dessert. You need a little crunch once in a while.
Sundays suck. You know it's back to work the next day. You know that Shortman will argue that he doesn't need that much sleep. You know that the humidity is going to kick in around 3 a.m. and you don't know whether it's freakin' hot flashes or just a bedroom that doesn't have any airflow. Suck, suck, suck. Oh, and don't forget that the dog must.sleep.butt.up.against.my.legs.
Hey, but the Lions won. Whoo! Sorry Oakland. (Not really. Oakland fans scare me.)
The cable has been wreakin' havoc around here. For about an hour, it was 15 seconds on, 15 minutes off. "It's not complicated, it's Comcast." Yea, right. More like, "It's not competent, it's Comcast." Argh.
Aaaaaannnnnyyway. I got nothing tonight you all. Nuthin'. Sorry, but my buds do. Go take a look/see at:
Pyreflies over Zanarkind- Beautiful photography. I get lost in some of these images.
The Inadvertent Gardener - One of the first blogs I found. Great images. = Great "life in the garden" posts.
And Miz S- Another animal lover. And Poopy Puppy and the Kittehs love her to death.
So, someone tell my why my last twitter shows "91 days ago"?
And why every time I step into the bathroom downstairs the cats decide it's time to visit the litterbox?
And why sheets cost $100? Cotton, people, not silk!
And who decided that low rise pants are STILL the way to go? My ass does not do low rise.
And why the people across the street pay no attention to their dog who comes over to shit in my yard OR their boys who decide to play pellet gun out of their front window?
And why, why, men need to shout at the television? Like it's going to answer back? Or the coach will change the play because they think it's better to run than pass?
---- Bed (new sheets) and a book. The fan strategically positioned for maximum breezy value. It's callin' my name y'all. See you on the flip side. XXXXOOOO -----
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