Is There Something on My Face?
It could be guacamole. God bless avocado season. I regularly pay $1.50 for avocadoes, so I’m in heaven when they’re 66 cents! Or it could be frosting from my birthday cake yesterday. My lovely husband and children baked me a white cake with chocolate frosting. My favorite. I’m special. I’m 33 now, which is how old Jesus was when he died, in case you were wondering. I could be at risk for crucifixion. I could be. You don’t know. I’m definitely at risk for leaving the house with frosting or guacamole on my face. That’s a given.
I had a good birthday until my stupid van started smoking. Effin’ machinery. Pontiac piece of crap. We’re supposed to go to West Virginia this weekend to visit my brother and his family and see The Weber Brothers
play. For free. They played at my brother’s wedding. I have a picture of them, but I can’t make it show up in my stupid blog. Effin’ blog. Do you hear me, Dawn? I say, I can’t get a picture to upload. I was yelling that, but I didn’t put it in all caps. Just trust me. So, we assume the mechanic will want to be paid for fixing the stupid van, which might mean no free Weber Brothers for us since we’ll have to spend the billion dollars of gas money that we were saving for the trip on fixing the stupid van. I hate budgets. Except for the part where they help us be debt-free, budgets suck. And they’re lame.
Now I want more guacamole and I’m going to have some because our budget allows for unlimited avocadoes when they’re 66 cents each.
May 5th, 2008 at 4:09 pm
Good luck with the crucifiction risk… gah, us young girls don’t even THINK about the risks associated with bein’ as old as God.
Cheap repair mojo!!!!
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Kendra
May 5th, 2008 at 5:21 pm
Okay. #1 - HAPPY FRICKIN’ BIRTHDAY
#2 - I am so mad at you for not telling me it was your frickin’ birthday when I saw you yesterday.
#3 - By all means stay the hell outta the hollers with temperamental vehicles!! I am afearin’ fer ya! I really am. Have you seen Wrong Turn? Art imitates life. That’s all I’m sayin’.
May 5th, 2008 at 8:26 pm
Don’t curse the Pontiac! Just love him and let him know it is okay to flub out once in a while, but next time not before a trip. Ugh. If you lived in MI you could have the republican mechanic diagnose it for free, it would only cost a bit of polite political discussion.
May 5th, 2008 at 8:31 pm
Melissa - LOL.
Aaaannnyyhoozle… Happy Birthday! When I was 33, that’s what I walked around saying all year, too. “I’m 33, the same age as Jesus when he was crucified.” I thought it might up my chances.
May 5th, 2008 at 11:21 pm
Hey I didn’t know it was your Birthday either!! Although looking back I think you told me. I guess I am just getting seinile (sp?) Or I am just a shitty friend. Anyhey-Happy Birthday!!
May 6th, 2008 at 9:15 am
Thank you for the birthday wishes. Slackers. Don’t you all have a copy of my birth certificate? Sheesh. Melissa and Kristen, I figured you knew it was my birthday because you both had the girls over for playdates that day. Was that just for fun? Go figure.
Alissa, up your chances for crucifixion or being worshipped?