Chris: "Well...it doesn't leak!!"
Sarah: "Yeah...'cause it doesn't turn on!!!"
Minutes pass.
Chris: "You don't use the cold anyway, right?"
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I've lost my funnybone
I've seemed to have misplaced my funny bone, and this is why I've neglected my loyal fans.
I have no excuse.
To be brutally honest, this is the very worst time of the year for me. I usually will myself through these last couple of winter months by wondering the countryside of Mexico, usually with some sort of purpose, like looking for a ride- or more likely a road to find a ride upon. Perhaps I'm in search of Chris or possibly a taco, but on most occasions my ambition is to find a stealthy place to cop'a squat. Either way, whatever it is that I'm attempting during those times of wandering, I would bet the farm that I'm ecstatic to be doing it. I guess that I'm admitting to being a person who is very easily impressed with her surroundings, given they are lacking in snow, specifically dirty February snow.
So Instead of wandering the countryside, I've been busy grasping onto the thin strand of sanity inherited from my mother by filling my days with the mundane habits of life, mostly chasing Eighty around yelling "No!.." (fill in the blank), and working- which is pretty non-existent. Nothing to write home about, literally. Although, I did recently learn how to milk a cow, put a turkey into a trance and examine a sheep's uvula for pregnancy; I'm really hoping to come back as a farmer in my next go'around.
Chris and I are in the process of "jacking up the house". Thus far, there has been a bit of humor involved- there's nothing like watching a marble role across the floor- the wrong direction. I'll write about this later, when it's in past tense.
For now, watch this clip. It's titled: Everything is so amazing and nobody is happy.... (Ironic)
I have no excuse.
To be brutally honest, this is the very worst time of the year for me. I usually will myself through these last couple of winter months by wondering the countryside of Mexico, usually with some sort of purpose, like looking for a ride- or more likely a road to find a ride upon. Perhaps I'm in search of Chris or possibly a taco, but on most occasions my ambition is to find a stealthy place to cop'a squat. Either way, whatever it is that I'm attempting during those times of wandering, I would bet the farm that I'm ecstatic to be doing it. I guess that I'm admitting to being a person who is very easily impressed with her surroundings, given they are lacking in snow, specifically dirty February snow.
So Instead of wandering the countryside, I've been busy grasping onto the thin strand of sanity inherited from my mother by filling my days with the mundane habits of life, mostly chasing Eighty around yelling "No!.." (fill in the blank), and working- which is pretty non-existent. Nothing to write home about, literally. Although, I did recently learn how to milk a cow, put a turkey into a trance and examine a sheep's uvula for pregnancy; I'm really hoping to come back as a farmer in my next go'around.
Chris and I are in the process of "jacking up the house". Thus far, there has been a bit of humor involved- there's nothing like watching a marble role across the floor- the wrong direction. I'll write about this later, when it's in past tense.
For now, watch this clip. It's titled: Everything is so amazing and nobody is happy.... (Ironic)
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