- The apartment complex right behind ours has apparently become "the hood". There are about 4 apartments full of single men who stand in the parking lot, wearing wife beaters, smoking, and swearing at one another late into the night. While you might think that this is the problem, you are wrong(due to the fact that I already wear ear plugs becaue of Husband's snoring). Whenever they're out there and I walk out, they whistle at me. Now I know that I am really, really, really, really good looking, but I am NOT HERE FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT (thank you to the recording artist, Pink, for that line). I don't think they realize that #1 I am a BIG girl and could pound them and even if I couldn't, #2 I have a ginormous husband who would do it for me.
- I was just enjoying some delicious chicken at KFC and listening in on all of the KFC employees talking about their nicknames. One girl, who couldn't have been more than 22 piped up and said, "Yeah, I got my nickname from my GED teacher in prison." OF COURSE YOU DID!! WHERE ELSE WOULD YOU GET YOUR NICKNAME? Then, another girl said, "No way baby, I din't know you was in prison! When you done get out?" Apparently both employees are not only ex-cons, but they were in the SAME prison at the SAME time. That's what I call a coincidence.
- Husband told me last night that he's thinking of starting a rumor that I'm pregnant. That's exactly what I need...people that I don't know coming up to me and telling THEIR pregnancy stories...and rubbing my tummy. That is MY tummy and there is NO BABY in it.
- And just as a side note here, the end of my nose has turned bright red for no reason. I look like Rudolf (and just in case you are wondering, it has nothing to do with my tanning fiasco).
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Things You Don't Hear Everyday
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3 comments:
Sounds like some exciting times in Texas, we have similar men here, but at 8:00 in the morning they want to take you to breakfast, and personally, I like my men to be employed.
KFC is always a source of entertainment and lets face it, anything smothered in gravy is irresistable...maybe thats why you aren't pregnant yet, you haven't smothered yourself in gravy.
You want your men to be employed? man, you are picky.
And, I don't actually want to be pregnant yet, but when I do, you can bet your boots that I'll have some gravy ready.
Well, I did date a musician for 5 years so I have a strict employment policy with my men. Unless of course they are adding to the quallity of my life, and sitting around the house all day thinking a music producer is going to discover playing in your living room is not improving anything.
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