I’ve had drive-through people tell me my car engine is too loud for them to hear me talking in my normal voice. This is what it’s like to drive an old, tired car, friends. You have to shout how many hot dogs you want in public, on the regular.
Sometimes it looks like I’m picking my nose, but really my nose jewelry has flipped around and I’m trying to fix it. Swear.
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| This is the second-greatest moment of my life. The greatest moment is a tie between all the times Sharone’s mentioned me on her blog (true for all time and eternity). |
This clip from Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me! makes me cry happy tears. Look, you don’t have to tell me. I already know I need to get more sleep.
Today’s double-happy because it’s Friday and it’s Olympics Day! (A day I may have made up. Whatever, opening ceremonies. Check it.) Celebrate by sharing your own confessions, Olympics-watching plans, or what-have-you in the comments.
edit: I don’t really understand the spacing here. I tried to fix it. Blogger refused. I’m not making a fuss about it. I’m just grateful it’s not like the first draft, where all my text magically appeared inside the photo box. Whatever. Friday. FRIDAY.
I hear you on the nose jewelry thing…
I just spent 5 hours on the sofa to celebrate the athleticism of others. Thank god for my freedom. :) yay for a double celebratory day!!
True confession: wearing R, W, & B for the next two weeks because it most definitely gives my team the winning edge. Even in bed. (Me in bed, not them.) (Well, maybe them in bed. I wish them the best of luck all their endeavors.) (Fleep…I’m all grammar/modifier challenged right now.)
Have I told you lately that I love you?
Adjusting your nose jewellery – I believe ya. Thousands wouldn’t… ;)