I've exhausted most of my content for this week. I have some more crazy text exchanges I need my husband to transcribe for context as he very much enjoys the randomness and obscurity of people confused by what this website is. "Is it GO Transit, it looks like Go Transit. I'm not sure if I remember seeing their logo wearing a pair of tattered shorts and having arms ripped like a 1970s Arnold Schwarzenegger, but I'm gonna send a text message all the same ... " It never gets old.
I'm also not Go-ing it today, tomorrow or Friday as the final Smith Casa de Home Makeover phase of my "let's paint the whole fucking house initiative" is coming to a close as the new flooring comes in today. Installation should be finished by Saturday. The fact my marriage survived is nothing short of a miracle.
Because I have to cram 1400 square feet of furniture, including an upright piano, into a powder room and 1 small bedroom, I am without a home office and my husband hides his laptop (don't ask, ok, one day I'll tell the story). I'm left with only my Blackberry and if I can, I will try to amuse you over the next couple of days. No promises, tho.
So unless something epically fantastico happens on the train you're on and you get off your fat ass and email me about it (PICTURES PEOPLE) it may be a little dry around here, but it all starts up again on Monday.
5 comments:
in the words of CJ....The hell?
This is unacceptable. I demand a refund.....
This means you'll really have to bring it next week.
I could try and cause a scene on the way home tonight if that will help.
Do it. Bring soap on a rope and swing it above your head while singing "nobody knows the trouble I've seen".
^HA!
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