Me (sans coffee)

I was planning to post "Our Love Story" this morning (a blog-land linky party hosted by Becky at From Mrs. to Mama). But, honestly, I am not in a lovey dovey mood today. I desperately need to go to the grocery store (like, must happen today, because we are completely out of food). Anyway, my dear, sweet, hard-working husband used ALL of the remaining milk last night for his effing protein shake. Know what that means? NO COFFEE for moi today. Know what that means? I am ONE CRANKY WOMAN.

(And, NO, I don't have any creamer. I've been out creamer for days now. Like I said: we are in desperate need of groceries.)

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Moving on...

I had a text conversation with a good friend last night. Went a little something like this:

Me: It's a good thing I "married up." Otherwise, I would be a TV reporter on welfare. But "famous" nonetheless. 

Friend: Speaking of, are TV reporters date-able?

Me: Sure. TV reporters are date-able. They just have ridiculously abnormal schedules. And journalists are sociopathic, narcissistic, ego-maniacs. If you date one, I will be a great resource for you.

 You can't make this stuff up.

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Speaking of ego-maniacs (kidding, y'all... just needed a transition). Have you seen Beyonce's post-baby body? She look amazing. Sure, she's booby. And hippy. But so am I, and there's no way in hell I'd be seen in a dress that tight.

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Finally: I know y'all are on Pinterest. (Who isn't these days?) Well, I'm pissed at Pinterest. Mostly, I'm pissed at Pinterest's search function. IT IS GOD AWFUL. It doesn't matter what I am searching for, every search garners, like, three results. It's so annoying. (Does anyone else have this problem?) Annnd, I'm also sick and tired of their server errors. Hey, Pinterest: you're a big, fat, popular website now. Get a better server.

That's all for now.

(And, yea, this is me sans coffee.)