“Now that it’s all over, what did you really do yesterday that’s worth mentioning?” ~Coleman Cox
Don’t think I didn’t hem and haw over titling this “And Ho Jinks*Ensue” or “What would I do for $5500”. But I think being good and mature and remembering that I have a job I would like to keep for a few more years has trumped my eagerness towards immaturity. It is different when something of this nature occurs several states away or across the country but when you’re standing in line for a breakfast taco in Austin and you see your Governor’s face plastered all over CNN with the word PROSTITUTION in 47 point font bold, well then you kind of want to curl up in a ball and contemplate moving four hours north. I hear Montreal is lovely in the spring. My tagline would have to be “Smarties for all!”
It’s been information overload on top of the usual debauchery as of late Obviously I don’t know what it’s like to watch things unfold in places outside of Albany but here it went from “No EFFING WAY” to “mind numbing”. I’d like to get back to the regularly scheduled programming of snow and wait, yup, more snow and oh wait, is that rain? Nope, it’s snow. Alas not.
I am certainly not about to climb upon my pedestal and debate the merits of extracurricular activities outside of the marriage (I’ve never been married) or where my taxes have mysteriously gone off to (seriously, I don’t care). I am actually going to sit here and revel in the miracle that was surviving four days in Austin without anyone kicking me in the face or an incident of tears. In fact it’s been several weeks since my last sob fest and I’m feeling back to normal. ‘Normal’ of course being powered by Grey Goose la poire, patron and guacamole for four days but normal nonetheless.
*Sarah is so effing brilliant. It kills me.
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I come from the land of all kinds of gubernatorial nonsense, but I’ve got to say that as far as shock value goes, yours wins this one.
Glad to hear things are looking up. Now, please send Grey Goose and guacamole.
All I have eaten for three days is toast. Now? I want guacamole.
Glad you are feeling on the up, sweat pea
I want some more of that damn green sauce at Z. Tejas.
I need to get a bottle of that Grey Goose pear stuff.
Missing you already! And I would never have kicked you in the face. I am more of a shin girl.
mmm…smarties…
ps. i consider it quite the achievement when i can spend four days in a row without getting kicked in the head. just sayin’
Grey Goose could very well be the glue that stuck the word prostitution next to your governor’s name. I’m just saying, you best stick to the guacamole.