Hiyah!
First, internet connection was again being a 14 month child who dropped his foofy down the heat register. So please forgive me. This blog is dedicated to the woman who sat behind me at the red light beside the Family Video who was picking some mass growing on her face. She thought no one was looking, much to her dismay, I just happened to be gazing into my rear view mirror. She was like mom age and driving a jeep type vehicle; she didn't seem like one to explode a volcano on her face. This just made me think of how awesome it is that everyone, including me, believes their car is an invisibility cloak that gives you permission to pick your nose, beat your child, shove your face is grease-laced "meat," and sing like you're in the finals for American Idol (WHICH IS TOMORROW!!!!). Anyways, this woman went at it. She did that thing where you like pull your lower lip into your mouth so your skin gets real tight, then she used the "forefinger-forefinger" technique, which I am not a fan of. I am watching all of this through my rear view mirror. Once she created what looked like bird poo on the inside of the windshield, the pimple gods punished her. It was obvious she was experiencing the "I'm the size of a pin head but I will bleed longer than a decapitated walrus" injury. You know, like razor nicks and paper cuts...she deserved it though because I had to skip dinner after this experience.
Today, we got absolutely demolished at Subway. We nearly ran out of bread! SUBWAY..OUT OF BREAD!!! DECEMBER 2012!! But my manager and I absolutely OWNED the continuous 5 hour rush. If someone would have told me when I woke up that I would have made like 100 subs, cut 6 cucumbers, burnt my knuckles, made 5 dozen cookies, got hit on by what may have been an old man but could have just as well been an old woman, and done enough dishes to make my hands look more like the bottom of my grandma's big toe than a hand, well..I would have believed the knuckle thing then went back to bed....but really, I ROCKED today!
I want to watch Matilda. Why? Because I want to build my own chokey. Why do I want to build my own chokey? Because I want to put my dogs in the chokey! They poop in the bathroom. Amazing right?!?! Well, except, they poop on the floor. Then I step in it, with barefeet. God Bless America. I mean we accept it when my dad drops a load on the bath mat, but it's a totally different story when the dogs do it...I don't love them.
Keep Letting It Be,
Em
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