Anyone know astrology? Because I'm under the impression my stars have aligned to form a great big "F-You" sign. It's just a hunch; I can't be sure.
It all started with duel zombie attacks from two unwelcome exes. Hoop's called at three am. Mine stopped by the house to chat with the neighbors while I was gone. Of course our past would rise from the dead just as we are shipping out from the graveyard. You kill the undead with stakes to the heart right? Or was it holy water? Country music? I'm sorry, that's MY form of torture.
And just when I thought the worst was surely over, Blogger threw up all over my Friday post.
So here's to a better weekend! Tomorrow I'm loading Papa Bear's Bubba truck with as many boxes and furniture as my little body can lift. Hoop has to work. *Mumble*Luckybastard*Mumble* I've been making intricate doodles of pulley and ramp systems all day in my appointment book. If the Egyptians could do it, why can't I? My only hope is that Monday finds me a little bit lighter, both in possessions and in stress.
Courtesy of Odd Mix:
The words for this weekend are...
So get clicking!
Daily Hoop Conversation:
Hoop: Do you see that guy over there?
Tink: Which one?
Hoop: The one wearing the khaki shorts, flip flops, t-shirt and visor.
Tink: Yeah, what about him?
Hoop: He stole my style!
Tink: How do you know you had it first?
Hoop: Because MY clothes don't fit anymore.
Have a wonderful weekend!