Do do, do, do do do. Do do, do, do, do do.
Sorry, I sort of like that song.
Carpooled with the husband this morning and got some stuff off my chest: like feeling like I don’t own my life. Not like it’s out of control just that it isn’t mine and that I don’t have much say in what happens around me. I just want life to return to normal.
I don’t think he got it.
In other news, we’re shopping for a new car. woopee.
Sorry I’m a downer debbie today folks. Last night’s Design Star sucked the life out of me. Tuesday tuna should perk me right up.
See ya’all then.
(Oh yeah, Texax In Laws in full effect…got me a “holler, will ya.” yesterday. Yahoooo!)
I find it super hard to believe that you are a Debbie Downer today mainly because your comment over on my post just gave me the worst case of the giggles at my desk.
Using my context clues, I'd say it's a 50/50 toss up between whether you meant Baby Jesus or Blow Jay. Which is pretty much perfect.
I say looweezeeanna mainly because I don't have a Southern accent 90% of the time. I'm a military brat so I pretty much don't have an accent at all.
However, there are a TON of people here that do say loozeeanna, including advertisements on the radio and tv.
How people say "New Orleans" is very debatable around here, though…
Oh Mad lady, Don't ya just hate it when you bare your soul to the hubby…and get no reaction what-so-ever. Sigh.
get that man a kick in the nuts, will ya!
and bring on the tuna!
Your comments CRACK me up!! Oh, and I got the lush furniture from a place called Value City Furniture. It was cheap(ish) but looks expensive. And it's as comfortable as hell.
You're welcome any time…just don't spill!
I had the not owning my life talk with my husband a few months ago. Big fat waste of breath.