It's not about the house.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Sorry, Dirty Boy. Not Today...

Oh holy crap I can't write now because I said something on Facebook about how I was gonna wash that man right outta my hair and what I meant was George Bush but now everybody thinks I'm getting divorced and I have to put out a lot of fires!

He took it the worst.

2 comments:

Sparkle Plenty said...

Augh! Get the fire truck! Get the ladder! Find the accessorizing dalmation! (Good luck with putting out the Facebook fires.)

From your last post, "the outdoor cats get cheapy Wal-mart Chinese poison food..." I'm left with the image of you leaving little white take-out cartons under the porch for the cats. With skulls and crossbones on 'em.

ege said...

Yes, that is exactly the image you should have. Also, fortune cookies with really stupid fortunes.