Sunday, March 19, 2006

Best of the Week:

Once, long ago (alright, October and November), I used to do a Sunday "Best of the Week" post, highlighting events in my life, the world, and notable findings on the internet. It was fun. It was popular with the readers. But I'm, as we all know, quite lazy, and I fell out of the habit. So I'm trying to get back into the habit. Right now.

First, there's someone new on my blogroll that I love. It's Miss Doxie. And I want to be her internet friend. She writes long but interesting posts about every week, chronicling the adventures with her boyfriend, family, and 4 dachshunds. I was reading some of her archives this morning and laughing so hard that Matt thought I was crying. I would suggest checking out the latest time that Bo had to go to the vet, the time she sliced her toe open (she's a klutz like me!), and the time Miss Doxie and her boyfriend went to the Symphony (she swears almost as much as I do). Go love her.

Second, hell has frozen over. Ok, no it hasn't, but close. Matt has requested that we return to a restaurant that I introduced him to! The cute little Vietnamese place that E-Liz introduced me to that yes, gave me that shitty fortune, that I made my husband go to with my mother and me. I wonder what sort of horrendous fortune (served with delicious food!) they'll give me this time...

Third, yesterday I was running errands and brought home lunch from St. Louis Bread Co. (called Panera by... everyone except for St. Louisans, including me) and while placing the two medium Diet Pepsis on the table, I fucking dropped one of them. Not just any one of them. Mine. And we know it's mine because I don't like ice, and my husband LOVES ice. But the impoartant thing here is that I dropped the soda that was completely liquid. Which made a HUGE mess. HUGE. INSANE. And to make it worse, our coffee table has these decorative little grooves in it. Little grooves that were now full of Diet Pepsi. Which despite repeated attempts to shove little bits of paper towel into the grooves, was still full of soda. BUT. My brilliant husband, who was not mad at all that I spilled soda every where and even offered me his soda, got out the compressed air blower thing, you know the thing to clean your keyboard with, and he blew the soda out of the grooves. He's kind of my hero.

Fourth, the Hello Kitty Fruit Snacks that I got at the store today have an expiration date of January 30, 2007.

There's no way in hell they're lasting that long.

8 comments:

Janet said...

I still have some New Kids on the Block cassette gum in my kitchen cabinet. There's no way I'm chewing it. They're hanging tough.

Welcome to my humble internet abode...I hope you enjoy your stay!:)

The Torch Singer said...

Hi Marcia,

michele sent me...

don't you love it when your husband comes to the rescue???

N:) hehe

Virenda said...

Oh girl the fruit snacks won't last but a couple days. Same in my house, and it's not just my girls that like em, IT'S ME TOO!

Hmmm... I better go look in the closet.

Your hubby sounds ingenious! I love stuff like that. My husband is pretty ingenious himself, although I've started to top him. I mean I'm a klutz and I have 3 kids so spills and things like that are frequent, so I'm the female equivalent to MACGYVER. Anyone besides me ever watch that show?

Have a nice night and hope Monday morning rocks. Not that they ever do, but there's hope.

jane said...

I like that he's your hero. Tarzan is mine too. Isn't it great that there's still some of them out there? Well...not out there anymore, cuz they're taken. But they still exist. ;)

Kat said...

I want those Hello Kitty fruit snacks.

TheIdleReceptionist said...

I have some Hello Kitty fruitsnacks in my bag today. And I couldn't be happier.

Spilling a soda is like, the tamest in my personal chronicles of klutziness...

e-liz said...

Yummmmm, Mai Lee, tasty. I need to go back soon.

debbiecakes said...

I'm loving this blog, I'm linking to ya, sister.

I'll be checking out Miss Doxie if she's anything like you, and you sound a bit like me...

Um, speaking of clutzy gals who swear a lot, have you ever heard of Laurie Notaro? She'll make you pee your pants, no doubt. Google her.