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The Good Guys
Jun 15th
Here’s my disclaimer: I haven’t watched the show yet and have no desire to do so.
I’ve always liked Bradley Whitford, but the ‘stache is awful. Ladies man? Uh, no, not this lady or any lady I know. Dumbchick magnet maybe.
And doesn’t Colin Hanks look like he should have a British accent?
I don’t think this show will last. When does a mis-matched cop show ever succeed? Where can the story go? It might be friggin’ hilarious, but I’ll betcha it gets old fast and dies.
Disjointed posts
Jun 2nd
1. New owner of four brand new tires. Now I feel safer making plans to drive to Minneapolis. I was sitting outside the Firestone place when some guy in a low-rider pulls up and offers me a CD of his band’s music. “Is it like what you’re listening to right now?” At his nod I decline his offer politely, “Sorry dude, that’s not my kind of music, thanks.” AND HE GIVE ME A NOISE AND A DIRTY LOOK! Seriously? Do I look like your demographic? Sure, this middle-aged chunky white woman just loooooooves hip-hop. Save your CD for someone who gives a shit.
2. I love trees. Trees are what make summers in Arizona bearable. I wish people were better at trimming where they overhang walk areas. The other problem with trees is birds. Bird shit to be more specific. You really take your chances when you park under a tree so your car won’t burn you.
3. I put my 60-day notice to move. I don’t have a clue where I’m moving to, but I need to get out of here. A two-bedroom apartment is too much strain on my budget, leaving me with nothing extra. Spent a few hours on craigslist and rental sites yesterday looking for a decent studio but no luck so far. A converted garage or MIL apartment would be perfect. I just need a home base for when I’m NOT traveling.
And why am I always so sure travelling should have two ls?
Picky picky pokey
May 23rd
You remember that old tale about the princess and the pea? Well, that’s me.
I’m annoyed by anything in my bed. I can’t stand wrinkles in the sheets. I toss and turn over a little crumb or even the tiniest speck of anything. This is especially fun after having SmallChild sleep with me. That kid could just get out of the bath with clean jammies on and somehow she leaves behind dirt or crumbs.
I’m usually pretty cheap but I’ll always spend for really good sheets. At least 600 thread count, Egyptian cotton. I’m telling you it’s soooo worth the extra cost to never have to worry about your sheets getting those horrible little balls.
You should always invest in really good sheets.
And never allow eating in bed. Seriously.
There’s nothing like getting all comfy and smooshy and almost to sleep when you realize there’s something poking you in the hip or shoulder area and you have to move your bulk (well maybe you don’t have bulk :p ) out of the way and smooth out that space. OCD? Maybe.
Although all bets are off when there’s a fella in the bed. For some reason none of the above bothers me when I’m with someone else. Unfortunately the only person in my bed lately has been a 3-year-old with a penchant for Lorna Doones. Do you have any idea how pokey those crumbs are?
