Prrrrrt. Saving money...passing gas.
Boy are my tattie’s sore. After Kung-fuking shit up the last month or so, I wanted to give my old bod-a-rino a week off of supplements and exercise to let it heal. S o what do I go and do? 1st day back on the wagon, I wailed the shit out of my boobs and back, then frass around with house-y chores and sure enough, I can barely lift my arms today.
But it sure feels freakin’ great.
Frids I had The 'Peppa over for a night of dinner (Penne pasta w/Grilled chicken) and some theatre at TRP. "Flaming Guns", btw, was absolutely hysterical, so much so that by the time the play ended, we were exhausted. (Go see the show if you can. It’s selling out like a mo-fo, but I can’t endorse that play enough. Tears of laughter.)
Sats found us schlepping around the farmers market for what is bound to be the 1st of many trips over the summer. $10 later and I had enough veggies to choke a mule. I spent the remaining part of my day house frassin’. (After GMIKFTH, I feel like I hadn’t cleaned really cleaned the place, you know? Those stupid things that get passed over when you're giggin. It was pretty grody-The dust was at least 2 inches deep, and I had a row of corn growing behind the sofa. ) So I went all Howard Hughes on my place and finally gave the germy’s a run for their money.
A Cheap Date night was in order (DVD and dinner) which meant veggie tortilla wraps. That’s right kids, Frijoles Negroes, Rice, Fresh Cilantro, ‘Mato’s, FF Sour Cream, FF Cheese, and red/yellow/green peppers. After not having really eaten all day, we were pushing the food in our mouths. Well I was. I'm a messy burrito. Mopes eats cleaner than I. We wartched "American Psycho" and passed the gassy hell out. Prrrrrt. (Well doi. Did you read all the ingredients?)
Sunday…I was all about Frassin’. After a brunch of veggie omelettes (Doi) ‘Bean headed up window warshing detail, while I mowed/edged/set up where my borders are gonna live. (I have a grand scheme involving tasteful landscaping, and mulch.) My favorite part (Wait for it now)…I got a blower. Thank Gott. Those lil’ whirligigs didn’t stand a chance. While ‘Bean and I frassed, Mopeppa played with her new investment -The mighty top of lapliness.
Well what, Mr Food Guy, was for Dinner? Whooooo wait….Grilled Chicken Boobs marinated in Kashmiri Curry. I just made my mouth water thinking about it. And I've got 3 left.
I was even ambitious enough to start a fire. By myself. I'm a pyromaniacal dork.
Notable moments:
Receiving a texty from FeeJ where it was discovered that we came within moments of seeing each other at our 2nd home…(The Depot) FeeJ blamed the Mexicans...Why oh why do I surround myself with racists? Sheesh!
Mopeppa’s Pouty Petunia Face. Awful, yet comical.
Hippy artisan crafty booths are wonderful. I feel strongly about owning a wrought iron high top table and chairs for my front porch.
"You need to save money, Jesus fucking Christ, MO!" (She said it…not me.)
Sorry this was a little rambley but that’s just me. I’m on a spending freeze for the next coupla weeks/months so I can save up for trips (SeeF and Rapid City SD!) and projects. And since I’m all about saving YOU guys money, let me just give my hearty endorsement to Trader Joe’s Wine Shop. Ho-Lee-Shit. Fuck a bunch of 3 buck Chuck, We enjoyed an incredible Pinot Grigio that was (Wait for it….) $3.99. No. Shit. If stocking up a wine cellar is your goal, check it out.
Parking is a bitch, though. A big. Hairy. Bitch.
And can someone convince me that an ocean blue crushed velvet Armani blazer is simply not a good investment? I dare you. (Opitz had a sale. It almost became mine…almost)
6 comments:
I really wish I could tell you that blazer isn't a good investment. However, what kind of sale are we talking? i wonder if I could talk G into wearing it.....
It wasn't the patootie itself that brought laughables. It was the fact that some stucco fell from the side of my house, and the neighbors bbq grill ignited on its own.
IJS
Prrrrrrrrt
hslhuv? David Hasslehuv?
42 Regular. $135 (Marked down from, I don't know, $600? I was shopping last Xmas and found a black crushed velvet blazer for $95 at (Herbergers, Penny's? Someplace?) which I figured would at least give some versatility.
Now if I could only find the matching pants. Keep your eyes peeled, readers. 34 x 30's...
And Dear Goddess...I just posted my measurements online. I must be stopped.
OK, for starters, 34x30-- are you on drugs? You look more like a 30-32x31 ish.
Second, it used to be two buck chuck. I am saddened at the increase in his wine. Tech and I are brewing a nice white wine (gavertstaminer or some german type o' wine) that once settled, you will have to try.
Third--the blazer. Ponder the wearing potentials. I bought similar velvety things a few years ago, wore 'em once. Not worth the investment.
Fourth--I got nothin'
Looking for low-cost amusement? Bring your favorite beverage, sit on my front porch, and watch my dog play with a tennis ball. Good times. Oh, and we have a wireless network, dorajar. :)
jglgq: Irish belly dancing
Portineapolis-
That's my rationale for 86'ng the purchase. If I can't wear it daily, why buy it. And I heard that it used to be 2 buck chucklet...Frassin'economy.
And I love you. My waist hasn't been 30-32 since the 8th grade.
Melinite? I'm into destructive huskies...Let's do it.
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