• Bedazzle Our Boob Socks

    Randy and I talk to our mountain friends every Friday evening.

    We’ve been doing this for years now. We call it Friday night youth group. There aren’t any real rules, other than there should be a round of word ball and a discussion which revolves around butts, boobies, or some other body part that is usually covered when one is in public. Because we are grown ups and can talk about whatever we want. God. You have to read that like Napoleon Dynamite. 

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  • Petty AF

    You know what a pet peeve of mine is? The phrase “pet peeve”. It’s stupid.

    So, I should be finishing painting the family room stairwell, but I feel like I’ve been painting longer than my second marriage lasted.

    I hate painting. It is tedious and I’m not good at painting. Plus, I am covering up all my wonderfully bold and bright colored walls with this putty color that looks like a filing cabinet. One of those metal office filing cabinets. From what I’m reading, filing cabinet blah is the color to paint your house when you want to sell.

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  • Got A Ticket On A Run Away Brain

    The baby boy enjoyed his last musical festival so much that he decided to go on another one. He left today. I could vomit. It’s really hot out. What if he doesn’t drink enough water? What if he forgot sun screen? What if he joins a cult that worships Garbage Pail Kids? You don’t know. The danger is out there.

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