I think the Zoladex injection I received last month was a dud. Because I didn't have any hot flashes the entire month. And I thought, "Sweeeeeet! They're OVER." But when I got my new injection? Yeah, hot flash after hot flash after hot flash. Damn.
Without a doubt, Mother Nature hates Joplin, Missouri. In the past month, we had tornado warnings, a freeze warning, 87 degree weather and 33 degree weather WITH SNOW. IN MAY.
Ice cream trucks should not be allowed to stop in the middle of a street with their little warning arm extended so it's difficult, if not impossible, to pass them. YOU ARE NOT A SCHOOL BUS, MR. PEDOPHILE ICE CREAM TRUCK DRIVER.
All right, fellas, unless your abs are ripped, do NOT stretch your arms over your head until your shirt lifts up. No one wants to see your beer belly.
I am always immediately and profoundly sorry when I trim my own bangs.
Why be a storm chaser? If you sit still long enough, the storm will come to you.
I am no prude, but the Herbal Essence shampoo commercials offend me so much that I wouldn't use their product if it were the last shampoo on earth.
The half price shakes after 8 p.m. promotion at Sonic is both fantastic and horrible, but if they could figure out how to make them half the calories, then it would be just fantastic.
I really dislike reality tv.
I actually enjoy hearing my daughter teaching herself to play the ukulele. Who knew?
My parents have become completely unteachable in matters of electronics, specifically, cell phones.
Malt-O-Meal's version of Cap'n Crunch (I looked it up, it's "Cap'n") is better than the real thing.
I'd feel better if I went to the bathroom, but I'm too lazy to get up. I'm sure that speaks volumes about me.
|Or in this case, sitting in a chair....|
Have to go rest my brain now.