Friday, November 5, 2010

I'm awake!

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Quit pokin' the bear, dangit! Eyiyiyiyiyi. I didn't post anything for the entire month of October, and that month had a whoppin' 31 days in it! I had a gentle reminder via email about 2 weeks ago. Truth of the matter is, I wrote several blog posts but thought them too corny to publish. So I got a crap-ton of them in my draft file. Most of them written in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. The rest of them when I was just plain ticked off.

Really, did ya wanna see me lament about weepy stuff? Didn't think so. You're welcome.

So no, I'm not gonna talk about the Denver Broncos. I'd appreciate it if none of y'all did either. The 59-14 game against the Raiders was as much of a shellackin' as I could handle, until the Niners came and whooped our butts later. GeeeeAAAAAHHHHD! I'm not gonna jump on the winning team bandwagons tho'. I'm gonna stick with the Broncos as I have since 1983...even if their name IS below Copyright 2010 on the NFL homepage.

I'm not going to talk about the rude lady at the DMV, even though I really think she needs to take a vacation and soak in a danged bubble bath for a week...or a month. Whatever it's gonna take to get that stick...well, I ain't gonna finish that thought.

And I'm NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT HOW MANY LICKS IT TAKES TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOTSIE ROLL TOOTSIE POP...cuz I don't eat candy anymore. ARRRRRRGH! I need to find a subject that doesn't set me off.

Maybe...like...what I'm going to do with the extra hour we get this weekend when we set our clocks back. Let me see....

* Watch 2 Full House episodes on Hulu.

* Count the tiles on all the bathroom floors.

* Find out how much money I can save by switching all of my insurance companies.

* Text Roulette.

* Search the dryer vent for missing socks.

* Google Stephen Spielberg.

* Buy a pony.

I'll do none of the above and just sleep it off, I'm sure. Sure beats thinking about those Broncos. Maybe the Broncos can use Rude Lady as offensive linewoman.
It might make all of us happy.

Until next time,
Niters.