i’ve got a bellyache. i blame it on the chocolate cookies i had for dinner. i didn’t intend to have cookies for dinner. my intent was to have a delicious pasta and chicken dinner at mom and pop’s. but my mom, who will never be a fine, upstanding member of the momclub, forgot to make enough for me and sister #4. yeah, so there was no dinner there.
then i had to go shopping for mamala’s birthday gift with sister #4. my old navy cherry has been broken. before tonight i had never, ever been in an old navy store. let’s just say it was a tad anticlimactic. the floors were cement and there were gobs of t-shirts everywhere. hearing the sisters talk about it, you’d think this was the valhalla of cheap, cool clothes.
i must admit that sister #4 bought me a pair of orange flip-flops of $3.50. that’s pretty rad. i dunno why she bought them for me. maybe because she realizes how lucky she is to have a super duper sister like me.
but i was hungry. so really i just wanted to go home and eat.
and i would have made some dinner when i got home. but i had to fix the patio door, since mr. furley either ignored or never noticed the screendoor lying on the patio. then i wanted to check my e-mail because i was having some lively discussions earlier. so then i got all carried away reading some archives. so then i got all weepy and lonely and started eating cookies.
and that brings you up to date. i am lonely and weepy with an upset tummy. i think my patheticness has reached a whole new low. i am so impressed.
at least it wasn’t junior mints. they can put a hurtin’ on you!
starting next monday you can’t eat cookies when you’re feeling lonely.
Old Navy depresses me, too. Maybe it’s just the evil influence of that place? Fie! Fie, Old Navy!
And everyone knows Junior Mints are heaven-sent. I can’t put up with such blaphemy…
There are many people who have nearly endless bellies for cookies, without even having endless bellies. I just try not to do it more than six nights a week. =]
usually i have no problem with cookies it might have been the anclimactic old navy event, coupled with the extreme hunger that upset my belly. because you know, i sure as hell ain’t giving up on chocolate cookies.
tyson, i submit for your approval my grocery list from this week:
spinach
lettuce
green peppers
onions
bananas
peaches
pears
apples
grapes
bagels
olives
cheese
chocolate cookies
chicken breasts or as spoony called them mutilated bits of sinewy fowl
look! there isn’t a hot dog anywhere. that’s got to count for something
Yeah, but also no Pop-Tarts. What’s up with that oversight?
Wow. Your shopping list looks like mine. Soon you’ll be as scrawny as me. Spoony is goofy.
Valhalla! Hells yes!
Mr Furley! Hells yes!