I'm back on the floor again, Internet. It's official: my air mattress is dead. Dead.
She's a gonner. I thought she would be okay after I patched her up the last time (ps I'm not a registered air mattress doctor), but when I spent the night with Sexy Man last night, my evil bastard of a cat poked a hole so big it's un-patchable (ps considering sending my cat to the work house a la Oliver Twist).
I think I'm resigned to it. Isn't that the last stage of grief?
I'll just sleep on the floor for another couple of weeks.
And then I'll find a good chiropractor.
I'm tired today and not firing at full capacity. So I'm phoning it in. Here are my random thoughts in pictures and video:
On Haiku:
Refrigerator
On Immigration:
And don't you forget it.
On the proposed Mosque in lower Manhattan:
Or this planet really.
What I look for in a man:
Because every girl needs a guy who can jump up a building.
What I usually get:
Because let's face it, I'm attracted to nerdy guys who make me laugh.
I just love the dude's face in attack mode.
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Hoping it's Sexy Man that sends you to the chiropractor and not the air mattress!!
Elizabeth
www.afacebookstory-oneclickaway.blogspot.com
that's sweet!
oh no, your air mattress!!! How awful. Now you can totally justify a trip to the spa for a nice massage.
Also parkour = amazing. Can you imagine trying that? I'd break every bone in my body.
right? these guys must be insane to do that, but it's gorgeous!
Can I please steal that haiku and claim it as my own?
Love the WWW workout video!
xo Susie
Kristin- YES! since it isn't even mine, doooo iiiit.
Susie- right? it's too bad I'm not afraid of black people or I might do it. hah!
AH, that is because Sexy Man is not Money Man. but he *does* offer his bed and he *does* massage things (heh heheh). :D
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