I don’t know, I guess it could happen. There could be a day that I just feel like I’m fancy as fuck and get too big for my britches.
Honestly, “getting too big for my britches” has happened quite a few times. In a more literal sense.
Anyway, if the day comes that I feel more fancy than I should, I will have to think back on this conversation I had with Randy about dinner. Friday nights are often “fend for yourself” night.
Randy: I’m hungry.
Me: Me too.
Randy: What are you going to have?
Me: I dunno. What are you having?
Randy: I think cashews and bacon.
Me: Oooohhh…I’m going to fucking heat up that frozen Friday’s spinach and artichoke dip.
The only thing missing is a jello mold, a Big K two liter and pork rinds.
We actually have pork rinds, but I didn’t eat any.
Also, I can get myself firmly grounded in “reasonably fancy” land by remembering that I’ve willingly watched the movie Weird Science at least a half a dozen times. I haven’t seen that movie in years and I would totally watch it right this fucking minute.
I hope you all are having a peaceful and fun weekend. Or at that very least, it isn’t currently sucking balls.
I had an article in Vibrant Nation about loving an opiate addict. This is my regular gig, so if y’all could help me and click, you’ll make me look good. Even better would be sharing. Thanks!
Well, and it’s not a terrible article. It took a while to write it and even longer to let go of it.
Dude..it seems that Dude the stuffed dog is here to stay. Randy has been making Dude pictures in an attempt to help me keep anxiety and depression at bay. Now, when I see that goofy stuffed animal, I always smile. It doesn’t fix anything, but it does make me feel better for a few minutes. This is Dude’s Halloween edition.
I might have eaten a few pork rinds.