Randomments.

Oh dear GOD I HATE GOING TO WEGMANS ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON. Dumb Jennifer. But now I’m home and gonna make pizza dough and pizza for dinner. Pauldub is right, buying groceries makes people happy.

Has anyone else ever thought that the email address Yahoo gives as an example on their email login page (e.g.free2rhyme@yahoo.com.) is a stupid, stupid email address? Cause I do every single time I log into my email.

This morning while listening to Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me I heard about the greatest contraption ever the “Wake & Bake BACON ALARM CLOCK.” Mark says without a second thought, “oh yeah I’ve heard of that.” To which I *loudly* replied “YOU KNOW ABOUT THE BACON ALARM CLOCK AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME!” I think that could be considered grounds for divorce…in my world.

My house smells of an unfortunate mixture of post drinking beer/wine farts, breakfast and stuffy humidity. I’ll be cleaning all the floors and scrubbing out those litter boxes, right after I finish blogging.

I’m listening to my *RAIN* mix CD. While looking for the CD I found a bunch of Great Big Sea mixes I’m going to play next. And then, I realized I sang myself to drunken sleep last night at 1 am singing Lukey and Run Runaway. No wonder Mark’s drunk ass fell asleep on the futon watching the History Channel, I’m not sure I would want to go to bed with a drunk me laughing through lyrics of Mari Mac while falling asleep either…

Damn, now I feel the need to make some banana pancakes. “Can’t you see that’s it’s just raining, there ain’t no need to go outside.”

All of these thoughts would have been better as Twits.

Carry on my wayward sons…