Hopefully we can all agree that this counts as updating
December 01, 2006
Or maybe we can't. I say it totally counts though.
This is a waaaaay belated birthday shout-out to reader Clark, at the request of his girlfriend Karley (right down to the wording of the sign, and I really excel at following directions and spelling five-letter words). Karley was actually super on top of things and asked me for a photo plenty of time before his actual birthday. Which was last week. Ha HA.
I was feeling so super generous and in love with the real estate community, so I was all: SURE! AND I WILL GO YOU A STEP FURTHER AND POST IT ON MY PERSONAL BLOG-TYPE WEBSITE FOR ALL TO SEE, FOR HOW EASY OF AN ENTRY WOULD THAT BE, MWA HA HA! GOD, I AM SO AWESOME AND NICE.
And then I didn't, for many many days. It's a long story, and one that I actually omitted from the already long-ass story I told you on Tuesday, because I thought I was just being neurotic and whatever, the sale of our condo is totally NOT in jeopardy, chill out. Everything is fine!
Except that our sale kind of was in jeopardy for awhile, and I was a total spazz this entire week about it, and I'm about 99% sure that the potential crisis has passed but I don't want to talk about it until that last 1% is settled, plus: SUPER BORING. LIKE THESE WORDS I AM TYPING NOW.
ONLY SORT-OF BORING ASIDE: There is currently a bird in our dryer vent. It is...flapping around in there a lot. If I turn on the dryer, would that possibly encourage it to fly back out? Or would that cook it? Or reduce its changes of static cling?
Anyway. Happy belated birthday, Reader Clark.
A misguided attempt at "goofy."
(I have Big Plans for next week, people. I am thinking VIDEO BLOGGING. I am thinking ILLUSTRATED CRITIQUES OF HOLIDAY CATALOGS. More photos of MY DOG WEARING FUNNY THINGS. And responding to the MONTH-LONG BACKLOG OF EMAIL. Because I have HIRED MOVERS TO PACK MY SHIT UP FOR ME.)
(I am totally a CAPS-LOCK CRAZY SPOILED WHOREBITCH.)
your make-up looks so pretty!
You rock my socks, too, and I don't think I've ever told you so.
There. Yet another long-procrastinated item crossed off my list.
You're rockin' the fabulous in that top picture! Well done.
I made the grave error of moving MY OWN SHIT Labor Day Weekend. Which stil makes me a CAPS-LOCK CRAZY SPOILED WHOREBITCH, just a STUPID one. Yay movers! And yay for very cute pictures.
You are my FAVORITE caps lock whorebitch, by the way. *lol*
I'm going to email you my list of all the people in my life who need personal messages, what needs to be said, and what the dates are. You don't mind, right?
You look so very pretty.
Happy belated birthday, Clark!
Oh! Oh! PLEASE critique the J Crew holiday catalog.
the one with the lady in a BALL GOWN SKIRT, SKIIING.
ball gown. skiing.
You look really pretty in the first picture. Not that you don't in the second but, ya know, it's kinda scary. ;) Anyway, I think you should totally include the picture in your next "Fight the Frump" report on ClubMom.
hell to the yes for paying the movers to pack your stuff. when we were relocated by my employer, the movers they hired almost saran wrapped me and the husband to the couch we were sitting on, since we sat there ALL DAY LONG watching other people cart away our stuff. totally awesome (and free for us- awesomer!)
Huh. I read your sign as "CLARK SUCKS ROCKS." And I don't even know the guy. I'm a bad, bad person.
My hubby and I moved into our new home on -- no kidding -- New Year's eve. We didn't bother decorating for Christmas, we just enjoyed the Christmas tree at my parents' house. If you decide to go that route, that could one less thing to worry about.
We paid people to move us, too, which was fabulous. But I'm a bit of a control freak, so we packed our things ourselves.