Sunday, April 5, 2009

Speechless

Due to too many things going on in the next few days, I foresee me having less time to get on here. We are moving Monday and this house is no where near ready and nobody else seems bothered by that. I have hideous visions of the messy move ahead of us and me pulling out the cattle prod to get their lazy arses motivated. Until I am able to get back to lethargically surfing the Internet, I leave you with these topics to discuss in my absence:

*Why are brussel sprouts so gross?

*Yea! We get a much needed break from Blindbeard and her inane comments! Quick everyone, let's do something fun while she is gone!

*Should I adopt Blindbeard's habit of cutting up the lemons life gives you and squeezing the juice into every one's eyes around me so they can suffer too?

*What is the most ridiculous thing you ever tripped over? And a dust mote is already taken.

*How many times can one hear, "Whaddya do to your leg?" before snapping and beating down the questioner with a cane?

*Why does it take a can of WD 40 and a crowbar to get kids into the tub?

*How many pills can a person take in a day and still remain functional?

*Am I still functional?


I look forward to your answers.

Love,
BB

5 comments:

Lisa Emrich said...

I've tripped on the air. Really odd that it didn't support me. I still don't get it....

BRAINCHEESE said...

Dead body here...but I can't say anymore about that or I'll either have to have YOU killed or be moved in the Witness Protection Program again!

(but seriously...a dead body...ewwwwww!)

Denver Refashionista said...

Hmmm... I guess I'm with Lisa and I have tripped on air. And I pride myself on grace...

Unknown said...

I suspect the brussels sprouts are so gross because they're compact cabbage heads and because they're so small they're got an inferiority complex, so they try to make up for it by being so strong tasting.

I've tripped on absolutely nothing, but as a result of thinking there was something.

S.

I HATE moving.

@whiskey.xray.yoga.zulu said...

I tripped over a gator, stumbling around on a golf course at night when I first moved to Florida. Scared the crap outta me!