Hey! Who stole my weekend? Seems like just a few minutes ago it was Friday night. Here we are at the dawn of a new work week, and I still have stuff to do. Today's stuff includes readin', writin', and roastin'.
I have a new book I'm dying to dive into. It's called Dad is Fat, by Jim Gaffigan, the comedian. Something tells me it will give me a chuckle.
There are two stories wrestling around in my head, fighting to be first in line for me to procrastinate. I'm getting them done tonight. I swear. That intra-noggin horseplay has got to stop. It's all fun and games until somebody loses their medulla oblongata. And without your medulla oblongata, you're nothing.
I have a roast in the oven. That's nothing like a bun in the oven. Though they both make a woman fatter. No, this is a real roast, or as we used to call it around my childhood home: Sunday food. It's our first roast without Genius. Sniff. Sniff. No, I'm not trying to pick up his scent. I'm showing emotion through my fingertips. The keyboard lacks nuance.
And I lack a desire to continue typing.
One (or more) of those three items listed above is going to be delicious.
Hopefully it'll be a hat trick and all three will be delectable.
ReplyDeleteHere ya go. I almost peed I laughed to hard at this.
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YDTfEhChgw
No, I'm not trying to pick up his scent. I'm showing emotion through my fingertips.
ReplyDelete---You miss your boy, and it shows. I remember Mrs. C. and I dropping off our boy at college and she wept the entire ride home, over two hundred miles. As a big strong man I stopped weeping after the first hundred miles.
Just got back from Birdie's link (Hey, their spokesman is a pedophile clown from the seventies---heehaw!)
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah, Just wondering if those Sunday roasts contain that tryptophan stuff like Thanksgiving Turkey. Sunday food of all kinds just turns into snore inducing sedatives. Great stuff. gives one a superb reason to put everything on the top of the procrastination list..........snork....zzzzzzz
Sioux,
ReplyDeleteYes, it was a real chapeau shenanigan. All three were real, and they were spectacular.
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Birdie,
He had me at "2 gallon drum of Diet Coke."
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Stephen,
Perhaps you were simply dehydrated.
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Leenie,
Let's not forget that ex-con, the Hamburglar.
As far as the tryptophan...Val needs no reason at all to put things on the procrastination list. She's been meaning to stage a Battle Royale with Madam up above, for her self-proclaimed title of Princess of Procrastination. That crown will be Val's! Just as soon as she stops putting off the challenge.