I need to take it down a notch. Or twenty seven.

Place a big star on the calendar, because a momentous occasion has happened.
I've had nothing to blog about for at least 6 days. Of course, I could have made up some stuff like the weather is blah blah blah. But I won't. And I didn't.
Blah blah blah.

This has not happened in like forever.
Don't you dislike it when people say 'like' all the time? I do.
And now, I've like totally written it.
Bad. Bad I tell you.

I can tell you this too.
My job is going great.
I am useful. I am needed.
Of course, you knew the useful and needed part, but I kinda forgot it myself.
Tis' nice to hear it from someone other than those who share my genes. and my bed.
Gosh,  I wish I could share Jeans with Lo and Linds. NOT with the coach though, he can have his own.

You know what cracks me up?
Mom jeans.
Especially Mom jeans on a man.
Or mom shorts on a man. Dad shorts?
Oh lord. That is enough to make someone pee their jeans. {their Mom jeans of course}

BTW: When I googled 'Dad jeans" I found mostly photos of this kinda famous guy:

 Now, I'll never look at the Prez without thinking: Mom Jeans!

Have I told you lately that I have the bestest garden on the planet?
Well, that would be a big fat lie.
I detest liars.
BUT I Do like people who exaggerate. They inspire me.
My garden is so lovely! IT is the best garden. {that I've got}

Do you know that I usually only have ONE cup of coffee in the morning?
Guess how many I've had today?
Two and a half.

Watch out.

Someone is going on a band trip to Nawlins. I prefer to call it 'Old Orleans'.

 She's with the band.

Her instrument? her legs. 

Bourbon street? ....geeze, if that kid comes home with gobs of beads, she is OUT of the BAND!

They are marching in the St. Patty's day parade. I hope she does not come across too many drunk people....but then again, we did take her to Vegas this summer. She's seen it all. almost.

They are traveling by bus. *sigh*
Have I ever told you that I have an unnatural fear of riding in a bus? It might be from all the trips on the greyhound as a child, or perhaps the years of being bussed to school.
I loathe buses. {No offense Rosa Parks.} I have dreams of them flipping over while I'm traveling.
I can't travel with the band.
I'd make everyone miserable.
Plus, I'd get more beads than the freshmen and that's not really fair.

And if I want to visit Nawlins and get all those beads, I'd have to fly. I'd rather not fly if I can avoid it. So, I'm staying home and avoiding a lot of things right now.

I don't think I've ever ingested bourbon. It really sounds gross. NOT like wine. Wine sounds good.
Is it too early for wine?


I'm thinking that I should not take so many blog breaks, it just makes me ramble like a crazy person.
Or maybe that's the coffee talking.