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Things to which I say Phbbbbbbt!:
1. Going in early to work – takes away from my all important goof-off time in the morning. Yes, I know. It’s just for a couple days until the resident hypochondriac comes back to work. Still. Phbbbbt!
2. Fighting on social networking sites: Kids, don’t do this. Seriously. While it’s great fun to watch from afar, my enjoyment of it means I have to take the bus to hell and that might be frowned upon at the Seminary. Help me help you. And save what’s left of my (im)mortal soul.
3. Hotdogs for dinner – because I’m over sketti. And not even on-the-grill hotdogs but boiled-in-water hotdogs. Isn’t that sad?
4. Michael Jackson’s death – what a spectacle. I am so sick of hearing about it and trust me, I am studiously avoiding any television news (that’s nothing new but still). It is inescapable. Geeeez.
But no Phbbts to Jody for her sweet and concerned comments – girlfriend, I am always angsty about some-thing. It’s just part of who I am. And I do often “take a minute just to breathe …” but those are not very exciting to write about on this here blog.
And no Phbbts to The Gal because she understands my random and mysterious baby lust in her heart. Mostly now I am content to hold babies and then give them back to their owners and go read a book. I did, however, ask my darling 8 year old neighbor “Miss Emma” for a hug today and she came and sat in my lap and we loved on each other. It was most awesome and just what was needed.
I’ve been microwaving hot dogs lately! Haven’t cooked my own franks in a million years and suddenly, last week, there I was with a package of Oscar Mayer! What’s going on in the world that finds us both snarfing down hot dogs at home …