favorite thing I read today....yankees are 14 1/2 games back of the sox....of course, that'll make it hurt all the more when boston slumps....and we all know they will...start strong, finish weak, start weak, finish strong......ugh

I'd like to correct everyone in the proper spelling of a "Honey Do" list...it's honedo....under no circumstances should there be a "y" in there.....trust me...just better that way.

Okay...My cousin says I am full of myself...Dan says I am full of "poo"...this creates quite a paradox....if I am full of poo, and full of myself...does that mean I am poo??? oh....the slippery slope that I am on is a dangerous one..

So...My friend Karen needed a "special" cake for a friend's party.....this folks, is the quote of the month...

hi - i'd like the cake with chocolate icecream, vanilla cake - oh and can you go ahead and draw a big ol' penis on it? THANKS -

AN IMPORTANT PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!

This was sent to me by TRUE RED-BLOODED PATRIOTIC AMERICAN who understands FAMILY VALUES and is a neo-trad-democraniblican.....

Hey, I don’t really care who you’re voting for, but I want to start a web-phenomema to nominate “Baby Got Back” for Hilary Clinton’s “Campaign Song”…
So, when you have the chance, if you could all take a moment and add “Baby Got Back” as a write-in for her stupid “Choose Our Campaign Song” voting page.
I mean…how awesome would it be to see her enter the DNC stage to that song?

http://www.hillaryclinton.com/action/spotlight/?sc=1184

Oh, and tell your friends.

Thanks,

Francis

my saturday....

It's gonna be a tough choice. Gardening when i'd get the "CAN YOU HELP US" scream from the kitchen, go to the gym, or put my head in the gas grill while it's heating so I can go to the hospital for burns...

Oddly enough, burns don't hurt so bad

I hate panera bread......well, I like their coffee...but their deserts and "treats" just suck!!! They're always dry. I buy like one every few months, something good and sweet....they always look moist and delicious. I fork over my hard earned money for the yummy goodness...and I'm rewarded with baked cardboard. Freakin' awful......and the worst part is...they're like a bad relationship with a crazy fun person that does those weird acrobatic stunts that gets your heart racing....you know, the one where you never delete the phone number, and one stupid drunken night you send a text...and the next thing you know you're right back in the thick of it saying, "what the hell did i do??"

So, with everything that's going on right now....all I can say is we're not gonna know what to do with ourselves when we stop house hunting, stop wedding stuff....no wonder people have children

mortgage

from the latin words mort, meaning death, and gage, meaning gagging......