Hey.
How’s it going?
Me? I’m good. Tired, but good. (Thanks for asking!)
Just got back from a trip. More on that later in the week.
The kids are fine. Too smart for Patrick me. Growing like weeds. Eating like anorexic birds. Acting like monkeys.
Business is slow. Like, dumb slow. Like, I-may-need-to-sell-pictures-of-my-boobies, slow. And trust me, that ain’t pretty.
(If you wanna help out in any way, ie. tell your friends, buy stuff yourself, etc., I would totally hump your leg. For serious. Send me your leg, and I’ll video myself humping it. What? I can’t afford to come to YOU to hump your leg. Didn’t you just see where I said business is slow? Dumb slow? Anyway, send your leg, I’ll hump it.)
Weather here is stupid. High of “85″ today. I quote the “85″ because when we got in the car today, the thermometer said 95. That’s stupid. It’s effing November. Highs were in the 50s in Boston & NY. Can someone please contact Mother Nature and slap her for me? She needs to wake the eff up and turn the thermostat to “cool.” That, or call Al Gore and tell him he’s right.
We went trick-or-treating last night. I’m shocked by the number of houses that DON’T have their light on for candy beggars. Really, is it too hard to give my kids some sugary sweetness? We had to walk past 5 houses at a time to find one willing to contribute to the growing diabetes population. It’s not like we really pray to the dead and believe the haunts are coming after us. We’re not really pagans. Just a group of kids dressed as imaginary-ish characters straight from a Disney movie knocking on your door begging for free stuff. GIVE IT UP, ASSHOLES.
I’m a little miffed.
Other than that, we’re all still alive, telling fart jokes, congratulating each other’s belches, and catching up on 15+ hours of DVR recordings.
How are you doing?
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I bought stuff in Oct. Was the leg humping good for that?
I wish y’all could have come by here last night. The porch light was on, the pumpkin was grinning with evil intent. The candy was ready. And I had four (FOUR!) trick-or-treaters. Bummer.
It’s cooler here today and maybe this air will drift your way. I hope so.
Be well and tell those beautiful girls that the crazy chicken lady said HELLO!
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I’m with you about Mother Nature. Two weeks ago it was in the 90s, last week our highs were the upper 60s (yay!), today & for the next couple of days mid 90s. Southern California & Florida need to get their seasons fixed.
Glad you had fun on your trip.
So, if I send you a PICTURE of my leg will you hump the picture for the advertising? Bwahaha!
I wish that I could encourage more people to buy your amazing stuff. I’ll probably get something soon for Titi here … but don’t quite know what yet. I’ll have to go check it out and make a decision.
FART JOKE TO SHARE:
A teacher asked little Angie to use the word ” definitely ” in a sentence.
Little Angie replies, “Teacher, do farts have lumps in them?”
The Teacher says, “Of course not Ang,”
To which Angiereplies, “Then I have definitely shit my pants”.
I’m rockin’ like Dokken. When I am feeling better and we can hang out again, I have to tell you all about Clark Kent and um, the kissing.
Word.
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I was one of those assholes with my light off on Saturday. There aren’t any little kids in my neighborhood anymore and I didn’t want to get snarky with ungrateful teens. I might have saved a life.
It has been stupid hot around here. I thought you might bring some of that nice cool weather back with you. Now, who’s being selfish?
Mwah!
.-= Tara R.´s last blog ..The Dream of Life =-.
I’d like me some heat. I’m cold. Otherwise just peachy, thanks.
.-= Mwa´s last blog ..So glad to be 32 =-.
You’re so funny, Angie. I wish you posted more often. I need these kind of belly laughs on a regular basis.
.-= Lori´s last blog ..You hate baby animals. =-.
Still jealous about all your partying and whatnot, but glad you had a great time. Please send some of that heat to Montreal – my tits are freezing off.
Oh, and I’ll take that leg hump, as long as I can keep ALL my clothes on… Brrrrrr!!
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