I am craving sushi every day all the time. I would actually go and get some sushi if I had more than $2 in the bank. I am trying not to die from my sushi cravings before Friday, when I will get paid and have money for sushi.
I joined a book club on the internet and was insanely excited about it. I totally recognize that this makes me a dorky little old lady and that pretty soon I’ll be buying a Hoveround from QVC.
Mom, Sammi, and I went furniture shopping last weekend and Sammi and I decided to make a game out of bouncing like kindergartners on the ugliest, plaidest sofas we could find in a successful attempt to annoy my mom into saying something funny. What she finally said, with complete Our Mom Death Stare, was, “Dead daughters don’t wear plaid.”
Classical Baroque singing is really very different from what I’m used to, but it’s different in a way that’s mostly fun. Bonus: I have had All We Like Sheep stuck in my head for days now.
I have now had at least three dreams about seeing Barenaked Ladies concerts in unorthodox situations (nearly-empty high school auditorium, interactive parking lot).
My marching band alumni newsletter notes that the band “is resuming a tradition we haven’t seen for nearly two decades: a championship-caliber feature twirler….” I would just like to point out that the tradition was dead for two decades because feature twirlers are gimmicky and sucky.