Seeing this every day as I drive into the parking garage makes me sad and appalled. I’m not sure which is the stronger emotion. The ladies who work there are so nice and I don’t have the heart to tell them this is just wrong on so many levels. So what did I do? I took a picture of it to mock on the internets. Because that is the correct thing to do in Lisa-land.
It’s Friday (yey) and raining (yey!) but I have to go into work (boo!).
Because I am.
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So, we are Bethany Beach bound once work is over and it will be fun. Cousin O’Love celebrated a milestone birthday in August and her life has just now settled down to enjoy it. She has invited her best friends and her best family members (hee!) to spend the weekend at the beach. I am bringing the last book in the Twilight series, jeans, tshirts and comfy pajamas – Clinton and Stacey be dammed. Comfort is the key word for the weekend. Also bringing stuff to make cosmos. Must remember not to drink too many of them. The intense staring at the wall for an hour is peaceful, true. But time spent in the bathroom later is not as much fun (and intense in a gross way). So, one (maybe two) cosmos for me.
Uh oh. I’ve entered Bridget Jones territory. Lauren and I used to call each other “Jones” the way Bridget’s boss called her. Every once in a while, I slip into BJ-isms. (I think I am her. If you want to see the inner workings of my head, just watch “Bridget Jones’s Diary”. It’s all you need to know.)
Best line:
Bridget: “Nice boys don’t kiss like that.” Mark Darcy: “Oh yes they fucking do.”
I can haz my own Mark Darcy, pleez? (He’s not Josh Groban but really, who is?? tee hee)
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Dear Angels:
What did you do with my internets today? That did not make me happy. Just so you know, I had plans for stuff. Let’s not have that happen again.
Love and kisses,
Me
Aren’t I the brazen one getting lippy with my angels? They are not the smitin’ type so I think this time it’s okay. I doubt they will let me try that again, though. Between (an inebriated but still able to power wash the pavilion) Greg, two spazzy girls jumping into the pool 20 kazillion times and barking dogs, I am surprised I don’t have the headache from hell.
It’s past my bedtime so I will be more fun, snarky and creative another day.
Bye for now!
