So Babs and I ran errands yesterday and then I went to library to check out some new books..6 brand new ones are in and I snatched them up..I'm so happy, I'm giddy. But she hadn't cataloged them yet so I said I'd do a little slave labor for her and shelf some books while she got them ready. She looks at me and sort of grinned and said 'After you go home and change your t-shirt..' I looked down and I had my Dick U t-shirt on..Great shirt to be wearing while volunteering at the library.
I spent an hour there and then went and picked up Babs and we went to The Pizza House of West and had bacon cheeseburgers. I made a Jackiesue..I put red salsa, guacamole, and sour cream on it and we split a Skunk Egg. While picking it apart(still trying to figure out what's in it as I'm sure that lying chef is not giving all the ingredients.) I had a brilliant idea. Instead of making the big (size of a soft ball) Skunk Egg...they should make about 6-8 walnut sized ones and call them Skunk Balls. I told our waitress and the lady at the cashier and they cracked up and said it was a good idea. But she said they couldn't get them to make fried pickles because it was too much work, so didn't think they wanted to go to the trouble to make Skunk Balls, but she would mention it..
It's supposed to rain all day and I have to go to House of Satan for my flat of eggs, and other assorted stuff I can't get in West. Also looking for a new hair color. I really don't want to dye my hair again. I feel like I have earned everyone of these gray hairs and wear them like a badge of honor..This one is for the time Thom got drunk and threw up in the truck. This one is for the time Maryjo shaved off one side of her head. This is for the time David kidnapped Thom's Howdy Doody Doll and left a ransom note saying "If you ever want to see your son again, leave $5 under your pillow." But everyone seems I should go the extra mile to look good for Jenny's wedding..Everyone being Shady Lane who is burning up the Internet with emails with new hair styles, colors, dresses, shoes etc. This is her thing...shopping and getting dolled up. My thing is finding the most politically incorrect T-shirt in my size and in black. But ...like I always say, you gotta suffer to sing the blues.
Yesterday after I got back from being gone most of the afternoon I came home to mayhem..everything that was on my side table by my recliner was on the floor..Pens, clippers, remote, crossword puzzles, pill bottles, gum, cough drops, etc. all over the living room floor and Prince Dexter laying right in the middle of it.. flat on his back with legs all sprawled out..looked like he was dead, the little fucker. He rolled over on his side and gave me the 'your shoes will soon have shit in them look.' I love the little fucker but he does walk a thin line between life and fur mittens. Well even if I don't want to ..I need to go throw my tits in a bra, slip into my t-shirt that says TEXAS ...WE'RE BIGGER THAN FRANCE..and go to the bank, Dollar General and maybe the 2 grocery stores. Today the West News comes out with all the sales ads. Yesterday I bought 4 packages of chicken breast with 4 in each for $4 a piece..baked 8 of them last night and froze them so I can take one out and thaw it as needed. They are huge..I know they must be shot up full of steroids but damn they taste good. I'm going to try and eat more of a Mediterranean diet. So I'm going to try and find some whole wheat noodles and some brown rice...whee...be still my fucking heart. uh oh...here comes ole kiss my ass...damn..walked by and flipped my garbage can by the computer and never even looked at it..I'm getting the 'you've been on the machine long enough, get off or suffer the consequences..shit..there go the books..gotta go..