Wednesday, January 20, 2010

No Sale

Here is a shot of a new Valentine card I have for sale in my shop. For some reason it's not selling.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Blitz, Blitz, a Ball Room Blitz

And so we were at dinner last night (I know I write about restaurant experiences a lot but honestly it's the only thing I do that remotely resembles having a life) when that song bar room blitz came on. It's a pretty cool song and Drew asks me if it's Ted Nugent singing it.
"No way, that's a pretty good song" (sorry Ted ).
" I'm pretty sure it's Ted Nugent"
Then Drew starts messing with his phone to see who sang it. He asked me, the compound word challenged , if bar room was one word or two. One word or two, I never know. He couldn't find it so he just typed in Ted Nugent.
" Here's something about Ted saying he's going to kill Hillary and Obama"
" Is he in jail? If there is someone I'd take at their word about killing me it'd be him" He was kicked off as a columnist on our local paper for his radical views after all
" I don't know, I don't know. Here it is. It's ball room blitz (one word or two?). A play on words or something something, ahhh I can't see it"
That was when I realized my BFF relationship with Ted was over for good. I didn't even care about his death threats or his song. I had to face it. I've felt empty all these months emailing Ted and having him not email me back because I wouldn't pay--so one sided you know. Guess we're breaking up Ted. If you have anything to say about this don't email me and I'll know how you feel.

I refuse to cry.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Hee Haw

Dear Lady who kept laughing so very loudly in Logan's Roadhouse while we were eating dinner,

Thanks so much for ruining our only night out with your non stop laughing antics. You sounded just like a braying donkey only a little louder. Thanks. I had to forcibly keep my fork from poking out my left eye.

You're in your 50's so surely someone by now has stared at you rudely (I mean besides myself) or asked you to please keep it down. Your poor husband sat beside you like he was in a daze, my gawd the horrors you must have put him through over the years. You probably blab at the poor guy non stop and drive your daughter in law bat shit with your inane chattering.

Please stay home if you can't control yourself in the future. No one was amused by you. Absolutely no one.