My sweet naive Hubby called me from the east coast last night. We had both been to busy to talk earlier in the day. "What did you do with your day?", he asked me. I was to exhausted from my early doctors appointments, errand running, work, child transporting, domestic details to answer him. I decided to write it down.
Top Ten Reasons I, Munkay, Got Out Of Bed This Morning:
10- That dang noon wake up call.
9-Needed to get myself to the 15k cross country marathon. Across the room. On the TV.
8-I smelled the Hersheys truck pull into Rainbows parking lot in town.
7-Needed a quick wake up before upcoming nap.
6-Wanted to beat the rush hour traffic to happy hour.
5-Disturbing nightmares of my 3 day wedding to Vin Diesel.
4-Had to throw feces at loud garbage man.
3-Someone needs to run my prosperous home tattooing business.
2-The desire to cram in a quick 5 hours of cake eating before dinner.
And the number 1 reason I got out of bed this morning-
I had to make The Rock breakfast.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
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Are you stalking me? That sounds an awful lot like my typical day. Except for The Rock part. No one eats breakfast around here unless it is poured from a box.
I never dream of marrying vin diesel. Only of
having hot sweaty sex in unnatural positions with him.
Cattiva, I cook Rock breakfast every day. "Sometimes I serve it at noon disguised as lunch, sometimes around sixish. I eat it for him. If he were to ever walk in my door and sit down....well a munkay can dream.
Riv- this morning it was the smell of meatloaf for breakfast. I was driving like a bat out of hell to get to work as I was eatting it. Go ahead boo the bad lyric pun. Meatloaf on toast...mmmmm.
Amanda- it was a nightmare cuse I was married to the man. The only sexy thing I find about Vin D, is his voice. Instead of telling him, "Don't wreck the moment by talking", as I am tying on my blind fold, I'm all, "Talk, TALK! TALK MORE- DON'T BREATH!"
Jacque, Thanks for the offer, but since my transplant my liver is now my pancreaous. I say black market your spare for some big bucks. Or keep incubating it incase my cells fail and I need more. I never had pain like what you must have but being a practical woman I would prescribe chocolate, malt licker and cheese cake in any given order through out the day as needed.
Where've you been Chica? I hope all is well!
Damn you have all the fun!! Can we trade days just once? I do all your stuff and you keep an eye on my border ..u know the one, the blind guy..I think he is getting sick of me following him around all day anyway, I believe he would appreciate the change for a day as much as I would lol.....
.huggers hun..been to busy to post much lately myself..hope your doing well and getting ready for Christmas
HEEEELLLLPP! I've wrapped my self up in this box disguised as a Christmas gift with the good intentions of poping out of it to startle my family and some fool whent and tied a big strong ribbon on it! Get me a spoon to tunnel! And a cake! Stop shaking me out there. You don't want to mess with a rattled munkay when I get out.
Cattiva and Moon you can entertain yourselves with our Christmas game until I break free. It's called Light My World. Pile into your family car after eating numous sugary holiday treats. (We start playing this right after Thanksgiving.) Drive to any destination you desire. Kids must be placed on opisite sides of the car. As soon as you spot any Christmas lights on your side of the car, you yell, "LIGHTS ON MY SIDE!" and then keep track. The time our dog ran away we got up to, "LIGHTS ON MY SIDE 348" to "LIGHTS ON MY SIDE 322!" There will be fighting and arguing in this game, even if you drive directly to the gas station and turn around and take the exact same route home to insure even distribution of lights on both sides. Moon, if you load your blind client into your car, I think you can double the number on the side he sits so he has an advantage. Personally I enjoy this game the most after a few rum-nogs shotgun so I can just shake my head and squint my eyes causeing all the colored lights to form a rainbow neon blur.
Oh how similar our nutty families are. We have a very similar game called, appropriately, "CHRISTMASLIGHTS." We start very early when the first overzealous Christmas nuts in our city start putting up their lights, just after Halloween. *sigh* The game is very simple. Whoever spots Christmas lights has to point and scream at the top of their lungs, "Christmaslights!" It's fun in the beginning.
The problem is that the kids don't know when to stop. The closer we get to the holiday, the more lights go up. It eventually gets to the point where I am driving and they are both screaming "christmaslightschristmaslightschristmaslights!" It's fun when trying to negotiate traffic around the malls.
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