-Bought a new dishwasher. It's pretty. It arrives Wed/Thurs.Can't wait.
-Bought a new mattress. CAN I GET A WHOOP WHOOP! Um, pretty sure I've been sleeping on the box springs for over two years. Sore back = cranky Laura. New bed = happy Laura.
-Had some great friends come over and we grilled out and went to the Blacktop National's Car Parade and Burn-out competition Sat. night. Tons of really neat classic and new cars. Also tons of the most white trash people I've ever seen in my LIFE! One girl had a 'shredded' shirt on, like cuts from neck to ass on the back part of the shirt. Barely holding on for life, that little cloth. Wearing it with a grandma BEIGE walmart cheap disgusting bra. Classy. Next was the lady that had 47 'diamonds' from bottom lobe to the top of her ear. Pretty sure if she could pierce her skull she would have kept going. Oh, and Joe Dirt Mini Me in the front yelling at the cars. His parents must have been special.
-Went bedroom furniture shopping. Found a set. Our first new bedroom set. Pee my pants happy.
-Got a massage. I almost cried it felt so good. New girl. Pretty sure when I nearly body slammed her afterwards to give her a gratitude hug that she's filing a restraining order. It's fine.
-Watched some of the VMAs. Completely positive that Lady CooCoo (gaga) is a certified lunatic.
-One of my employees is out for the week with a family emergency. Means I have to work extra EXTRA overtime to make up her work. Life sucks.
-Found out that my printer dealer sent me the wrong ink cartridge. I've been trying to clean the printer lines for 3 days with CLEAR ink instead of CLEANING SOLUTION. I want to spit lightening bolts up my printer dealers ass then have an elephant shit on their face. I now hate life.
-And I have started my new 'diet', or more accurately, my new eating lifestyle of Clean-Eating which says that those chocolate chip fudge filled cookies that a co-worker's wife homemade,sitting just 25 feet away, are a big no-no. I didn't take one. Dolphin claps please. Someone just put me out of my misery. For the love of farts.
Now that's what you call speed blogging.
When my head stops spinning like some demon possessed nutjob and I break out of the loony bin I will write more. Otherwise, if you need to get ahold of me I have taken temporary residence in Crazytown. And there is no beer there. *sigh*