Lol! I am so glad you are enjoying your wine! Sweet Valley High, I remember those books. Here’s hoping your head doesn’t hurt too much tomorrow morning!
You project a vibe of extreme thinness — maybe they just didn’t look past that to the yoga-induced muscularity. Funny, I asked my husband if he was TRYING to be an asshole today and he claimed he wasn’t. I guess it just comes effortlessly to some men. Poor R — tell him to keep striving.
Love the randomness! Did you know that a new Sweet Valley High book is coming out!!! Can’t wait!
My husband is very interested in your husband’s goal of becoming an asshole. I hope I haven’t given him any ideas from reading him this.
I love this post so much, I am starting this comment when I’m not even halfway through it, because I just feel So! Enthusiastic! about
1. the old lady talk
2. the weekend wine
3. the draining experiements
4. the already being an asshole
5. the word “rowdy” used with a science experiment
Also, after recently replacing a furnace filter myself because I was so tired of asking Paul to do it, my theory is that men don’t want women to do their tasks because they don’t want us to know how easy they are.
Discuss: Aunty versus Auntie. We were always an Auntie family. All my many, many aunts signed their birthday cards with Auntie. I’m doing an Auntie thing myself. Are we freakishly weird? Is this one of those things our children will bring up in therapy?
So funny! You should blog while tipsy more often. Very entertaining.
Love, love, love your response to your husband when he announced his goal of becoming an asshole.
I hate (with a passion) those compression stockings. After vein surgery, you’re supposed to wear them whenever you fly. Because of being stranded at the Munich airport because of that damn volcano last spring, I had them on for two days straight. I was in SUCH a bad mood.
I LOVE your husband’s goal. I think I might borrow it.
And I am sitting here, oh wine sister, blogging and having my first glass of wine which I totally deserve because I have been at a soccer tournament all. day. long. I really hate being a soccer mom.
And I, too, pride myself on my kick-ass strength. I may be a small girl, but I body pump and I’ve got guns. Push a car out of a drift, hell yeah! Open up a jar of factory sealed anything, I am the man. Roarrr.
And one more thing, I had ridiculous varicose veins.
Here’s how bad: I’ve had two different procedures on each of my legs. The first one was scelorotherapy and the vein doctor advertised his practice with huge billboards all over town of his before and after work. When he examined my leg, he got so excited, telling me it was the worst veins he’d ever treated. He then asked me if he could use my leg for the billboards. So, I am all over town with my big ropey veins blown up to billboard size. I don’t tell many people. The second procedure I had was laser removal. I LOVED that. Good luck with your procedure. You’ll be quite happy with the results.
Your blog is so so funny and entertaining. I read the first half out aloud to my hubby and couldn’t contain my laughter. Enjoy your well deserved glass of wine. I might just dig out my old Sweet Dreams novels and have a glass of wine myself. Cheers!
Your mention of Sweet Valley High brought back vague memories of a licensed board game- anyone remember it? Great post, I still haven’t recovered from my week and I wish there was some wine here…
I will listen to your heinous venous stories all day long. Especially after you’ve been drinking.
This is my husband’s Tuesday, so our week just started. That’s not good, because I was seriously considering sending my kids to pick up dog poop in the rain, to get some quiet today.
Send your husband over here, years working in the penitentiary has made my husband very efficient at turning the asshole switch off & on.
Oh my dear crippled friend of mine…you sound like me…Although, I had to stop drinking because of the pain meds I’m on and apparently they don’t like alcohol and I also love my liver properly functioning…so I’ve been on a dry spell.
And my goal of being an asshole at work is going pretty swell so tell your husband that if he needs any pointers, just ask me.
Sigh…