…when I have a cold sore the size of Mt. Hood on my lip and everytime I smile, speak, or even move it cracks and really, really hurts.
…when I am wearing my new angora sweater my Mom gave me for Christmas (thanks, Mom!) and it leaves “hair” all over my black pants like I just rolled a cat up and down my legs.
…when it is my first day back to work after a long (super, wonderful, fantastic) weekend and I never got a chance to play with my new Dyson vacuum cleaner*! It’s 150,000 times the force of gravity! Who wouldn’t want to play with that? 150,000 TIMES, PEOPLE!!
*After we “ruined” Christmas by opening our presents a week early, Simeon decided to surprise me on Christmas morning with a present under the tree. Isn’t he the sweetest thing in the whole world? (And for those of you who think getting a vacuum for Christmas is archaic, you must know that I have desperately wanted one for ever. That and this is me we are talking about. Hellooo!)
3 responses so far ↓
1 Mark D // Jan 2, 2007 at 4:12 pm
A bloke agreeing on a Dyson? never! but I do! they are super ace, they suck up things you dont even see (until you empty the thing out!) I dont use ours as often but it rocks when I do
2 Erin Lady Byrne // Jan 2, 2007 at 4:12 pm
I an so right there with you on the cold sore. I accidentally BIT mine today and I nearly had to leave work.
3 Carole // Jan 2, 2007 at 4:12 pm
I so hear you on the angora sweater! I’m wearing a purple one today (thanks Mom!), and my black pants look like a giant lint trap. Lucky girl with a new vaccuum…I envy you. Ours is ancient.
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