my best laid plans always go to hell. i had planned to sit at home in my underpants all the livelong day, but NOOOOOOoooooOOO, mr. furley thought differently.
furley came pounding on my door last night to let me know that ruby must vacate the parking lot by 9 in the morning. yeah. so i ventured out at nine this sunshiney, chilly morning and since i didn’t feel like doing anything else i landed in parentland. and here i sit.
sister #4 and i chilling out watching “a league of their own” and “sleepless in seattle.”
somehow she managed to con me into going the grocery store with her– amazing. mostly it was so i could ride in the short bus. the short bus is her 2001 bright yellow ford escape. so no longer is she the sister who refuses to buy a car, she’s the sister who drives a short bus. yeah, i think that’s pretty damn hilarious.
since this is my 12th straight day working i decided to earn my ot and discover blog/weblog/blogs whatever. very interesting to say the least. i could sit and read for hours but found iwilldare. since my taste for survivor is finally out of my mouth, i may just keep bugging you and your… blog? unless i annoy you to great extents that is, then just tell me to find a new home. i can see already, from my virgin blogging experience, that this can be addictive. maybe habit forming is a better term. i hope my sarcasm and dry humor will not tick anyone off. i can see you have those qualities as well so i am sure nothing will be taken out of context. i love to laugh and your blog is total comedy, so i thank you. about now you must be saying ‘who in the world is adding their dimentia to my page? and why? sooo sorry, just remember, tell me to get lost if i am not welcome.