So, I've spent all day in front of not one, but two computers working on the ScrapFest! site, composing an email for da Fest, and making new graphics. Yeah, it's been awesome. What else did I do today? Waited on the new mattress to be deliverd. Don't be jealous. I'm tired and in bed, but can't sleep because I'm all wound up from Grey's Anatomy. Damn show. So, here's more stream of consciousness, because attempting a real post would take real thought and I'm hoping the Unisom will kick in any minute. Am I too honest with you people? Probably so.
My life is an open book. Or at least a magazine. Probably an old one in a doctor's office with a couple of pages torn out, but still readable.
I can't wait for the new recession reality show "Who Wants to Marry a Guy With Decent Credit?" Totally stole that from Jimmy Fallon. It's late and that made me laugh.
Project Runway is making me quite angry this season because Michael Kors and Nina Garcia haven't been on in 4 episodes and if I don't hear someone say "that dress looks like a $50 hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold prom" soon, I'll refuse to watch the rest of the series.
I didn't get any cell calls for three days and realized it yesterday. After rebooting my iPhone, I had a brazillion messages, so people really do like me after all.
The barista at PJ's thought it would be funny yesterday to tell me they were out of the stuff to make a mocha. I yelled "don't do that to me!" at her. You don't joke with people about their caffeinated beverages.
Andrew has show and tell at school Friday. This will obviously be more show than tell.
I made a great joke to my neighbor this morning while waiting for the school bus, but she's German and has never heard "Hee Haw," so it was a joke wasted.
When the delivery guy showed up today, he asked where I wanted the new mattress. I considered telling him to set it up in the kitchen. On the phone, when he called for directions, he said "you got the 666 mattress?" say what? The Satan mattress? I don't think so. Then he said "king size?" I said yes. He then went on to mispronounce my last name in a way I've never heard (and I've heard them all – Faller, Taylor, Sailor) and when I told him where my subdivision was, he said "oh, off Bootlegger Road?" then pronounced the name of the subdivision wrong and said "we'll see ya." I specifically asked for a time frame and his window was "we'll see ya." Thanks, Bubba.
I had to defriend someone from Facebook the other day for several counts of douchebaggery and general stupid foolitis. Pitying fools is tiresome. I think I'll leave it to Mr. T for a while.
Our bus driver does the pageant wave when he passes our house. This is equally funny and disturbing.
I forgot to wish y'all a happy first day of fall the other day and I apologize. I love fall. It's awesome for lots of reasons, but mainly because I get to use one of my favorite words — autumnal. It's fun, try it. Next time someone compliments your mantle or whatever, say "oh, yes, maize is always part of the Faler autumnal decor" or at Starbucks, "I'll have the pumpkin spice latte, it's one of my autumnal favorites."
My new Pottery Barn sheets are the softest ever.
The Target didn't have Folex the other day. This is a travesty.
Last weekend I sent the hubs upstairs to print something for me. This was the first time he has used my iMac. When he came downstairs I asked him what he thought of it and he said it was okay, but the zebra scared him. Then I remembered that for some reason I picked a big ole zebra face as my wallpaper for fun
The Lucy dog ate beef jerky and got sick, then I learned what "step into a Slim Jim" really means.
Y'all be good. Come back Sunday for an 80's rewind.
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