As much as it pains me I must send in my stupid taxes today. I hope your tax day is going to be better

In other news:

I’ve been MIA again because The Hotness’s daughter Missy is getting married in 3 weeks and we have to pull a wedding together by then (no small feat).

It couldn’t get any more fun right?

It’s the end of January and I still find myself re-gifting stuff from Christmas. Yes, we still have packages showing up on our doorstep. What can I say? Either we’re really loved people or some of our friends totally forgot to send out our gifts until after the ho-ho-holidays had passed.

Now I hate to say what I’m about to because it makes me sound pretty ungrateful but either way some folks should really quit while they are ahead. Please take my advice on this: If you don’t know what to get us ask someone we know, they’ll help you.

Today’s candidate for the mighty re-gift is brought to you by “The Department of Useless Shit” in cooperation with the fine people at “You Obviously Don’t Know Me Very Well, Inc.”

What.
The.
Fuck.

When The Hotness and I opened this up today there was a moment of total silence where I swear the hamsters in our heads were spinning like mad to think of why someone would purchase this for us. Neither one of us speaks Yiddish, and we don’t recall writing any poetry or having a desire to start…especially Yiddish Poetry. (Which coincidently, we didn’t know Yiddish Poetry even existed till today.)

To tell you the truth the only Yiddish to ever come out of the mouths in this house is an extremely occasional “Oy Vey!” and it’s said about as un-Yiddishly and un-poetically as possibly. We finally decided it was because The Hotness is a Jew…

Yiddish Poetry *giggle*

Anyway, if you haven’t already blocked it out of your memory:

What kind of weird re-gift-worthy shit did y’all get for Christmas this year?
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*K’vetsh=Complainer (I actually had to use a Yiddish dictionary for that shit and no I don’t know how to pronounce it)

Keeping in the spirit of cute little emails I’ve been getting here’s another one that brought me a smile. I swear to god this isn’t turning into some sort of weird-o joke blog, it’s just some of these make really good blog fodder
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Ever have one of those days where you are wicked late for a big meeting? You get in the truck and halfway down the road you realize you only have one earring on and only one eye has mascara on it? You realize you forgot your brush and the windows are down because your AC went out last spring so now your resemblance to a sweaty Bride of Frankenstien is rather uncanny? You look in the mirror and notice that the bags under your eyes are darker than the bag on your shoulder and could probably hold more as well?

Yeah.

Someone pass me a beer and go visit Rae.

Well I’m still not back up to par but I got this email and since father’s day isn’t too far behind us I figued instead of bitching to y’all about dying I could give you a small chuckle instead Don’t forget to go check in on Rae and say howdy. Since I’ve been holed up in my sick room and spraying everything with Lysol he’s been posting away over at his blog Bone of Contention.

Who’s Your Daddy?

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