So my running shoes have started squeaking every time I take a step, which really wouldn’t be that big of a deal except that they’re called The Green Silence.
Sheesh. Talk about adding significant insult to injury.
Google goes fowl
Mike, my fabulous boyfriend, discovered today that you can make your own Google turkey!
Check it out here! In the meantime, here are Mike and my respective birds:
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Double take
I was very confused a minute ago when I saw a Whole Foods e-mail update advertising “Win our Thanksgiving panty faves!”
Odd.
Wait, on second reading, that says “pantry” … er, right.
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My sick boyfriend
Poor Mike is feeling crappy today, so I went over to his house to try to make him feel better.
I got him some Sprite and some Gatorade and some tea, and I was feeling pretty good about my caretaker skills.
Then I pulled on the power cord to unplug my computer and accidentally made the fan fall on his head.
Oops.
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My Mike
The other day Mike promised me that he’d be my sugar daddy.
Then he took that back, for fear that he won’t make the millions the title implies.
So now he’s promised to be my Splenda daddy … or, as he says, Splendaddy.
I’m not exactly sure what that means, but I think I’ll keep him either way.
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Juicing
Of late, I’ve taken to wearing the same outfit two days in a row.
That way I waste less of my creative juices on dressing myself, allowing more creative juices to be used on writing.
Alas, those creative juices have become highly valuable, yet limited resources.