Well, you know you had a good birthday when you barf in the hallway at 2:00 in the morning. Poor Tallulah. No more birthday treats for her.
I had to interrupt my regularly scheduled broadcast yesterday for Tallulah's birthday, but I did want to complain about my Friday.
Oh, but before I do, Faithful Reader and Extremely Unhelpful Emailer Maureen in IL suggested I make a button, so that when you all do your Christmas good deeds, you can click said button and write them in there, instead of just burying your deeds in my sometimes harrowing comments.
I said, "Good idea, FR&EUE Maureen in IL, but have you MET me? You know I don't know how to make a button," and she said, "Well neither do I," which is where she got the additional title of extremely unhelpful emailer.
So, can anyone make me a button and show me how to put it on my stupid blog? We can call it Pass the Pie or Just Desserts or something. Maybe Hulk will think of another title that I will ignore again.
Ow. You know what? I wrote out 70 Christmas cards yesterday and as I type this, my wrist is hurting like the Dickens, which is still a phrase that baffles me. I think I'm gonna stampede to comment of the week and leave. Cause have I said ow? So now the "Annoying things that happened to me Friday" post will become as elusive as the "Remind me to tell you about the time I went to the pet psychic" post.
Be sure to tune in tomorrow, by the way, because you may recall that my mother has been a guinea pig--no, literally. My mother has turned into a guinea pig. She pissed off Endora on Bewitched. My stepfather kind of misses her, but she's been great for getting rid of all those pesky toilet paper rolls.
My mother has been trying a line of facial products that a faithful reader sent to me, which I could not use because I am allergic to everything, including the scented Christmas cards I stupidly bought. They are supposed to smell like a pine tree, which, hello! I'm allergic to, hence the big white Liberace Christmas tree I have, which you all think is pink because my pink ornaments make it look that way and I would DIE to have a pink tree, are you kidding?
Ohmygod, do I take forever to get to the point, or what? And my wrist is KILLING me.
My POINT was, I am going to interview my mother about said facial products, and I can tell you ahead of time that she really liked most of the products, and we were gonna do the interview when she was actually HERE with the PRODUCTS, but you'll be surprised to hear I got distracted and forgot.
Ow. Wrist. Commenter of the week is Karla. Click This Week's Special to see it. Someone mentioned once that I always pick butt-related things to be comment of the week. You are right.
