It's Saturday. And I'm sitting at work. I was thinking about posting a smartass remark about how KK should find a rich husband instead of a great best friend, but anyone who knows me knows that's just the exhaustion talking. Typing?
Although a rich husband with only hours to live (or weeks if he's hot) might not be bad.
Here's the list of things I'd do with some imaginary-rich-husband money.
1. Fix my bathroom. I mean really, the jokes about me and the bathtub falling into the basement are becoming a little spooky.
2. Visit KK and Shayne!
3. Fix the hole in my sunroom ceiling. It's been there for years and is getting a little embarrassing, even for someone with my incredibly low home interior standards.
4. Put some money away for the boys to go to college and for me to retire one day.
5. Fix my front and back doors, the bungee cord holding the door shut is so 1990's.
6. Go back to Scotland! Or go to Japan, or Thailand. Anywhere really.
7. Quit this crappy job and stay in bed on the weekends.
Funny how the odd numbered ones are what I should be doing with my actual money. I just like vacations so much more than home improvements.
So Baby K, work = bad, money = good. Or something almost the opposite of that.
No Netflix review today. Jboy and I watched 1 vs. 100 last night. Another gameshow, just what the world needs. Some of the questions were way too easy. Now J wants to go on the show.
Instead of a movie I'll review a cd: The Dandy Warhols Come Down by none other than The Dandy Warhols. Excellent, track 6 is my favorite but I keep singing "Minnesoter" over and over. I so need to figure out how to link to stuff. Then you could see how unbelievably cute Courtney Taylor (sometimes Taylor-Taylor) is. I love him long time. Especially with the mohawk. Yummy.
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