Morris was like, "Why didn't you pick up a gallon of milk, while you were shopping", and I told him, "Uh, Morris, let me remind you, I'm the only one in this house who took a business course at Florida State. Why don't you let me handle the purchases. Besides, you can never have enough shoes! Am I right, Girls? :)
Why do Magazines have to have so many ads? When I run my own magazine, I won't have any ads at all. My Dad always told me I think outside the box, and he was right :)
I'm really pissed off that my book group don't consider The Vampire Diaries a "classic". Oh, whatever, okay, keep reading Dostoyevsky. They're all whores. :)
Oh my God, today Morris saved a hobo who was being attacked by gang members by the highway underpass. He's such a glory hog. Today was supposed to be about me having lost my baby weight :)
I guess like I'm going to be writing for this blog, because like I'm working on trying to do my own blog to coincide with my company Tuscan Dreams, but honestly, this blog is pretty low rent. Someone needs to tell this guy he can't draw :)
I just think I should be running like managing like a company of my own that would like empower women with trips to the south of France, and Tuscany, and other places from books. I'd so rock that type of job. Someone get going on this idea! :)
I'm like, "Morris, I know you like working at the dog rescue, but you only make thirty grand a year, I mean, we drive a Tercel." He doesn't get it. He never does :)
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