Friday. Fragmental.

Holy hell! Yesterday was exponentially better than stupid Wednesday.  I think we should abolish Wednesdays.  I don't care if it is humpday.  That don't affect me none, anyway, if you know what I'm sayin'.  Hump another day.  I'm done with Weds. 

Today's not bad, either.  Though I'm having a hard, hard time concentrating, since my head is filled to the top with one thought.  Which I won't share, because it's my head.  Just know that I'm scatterbrained today, so this might be more all over the place than usual.

I know you're wondering about the body wash situation.  I just can't find my stuff locally anyplace.  I'm going to suck it up and buy some from walmart.com.  They have 97 cent shipping....did you know that?  Yeah, neither did I.  I do need to let you know that there is actual Hydrolyzed Yogurt Protein in the Dial Yogurt Apricot & Almond body wash.  That's kind of eww.  Cathy gave me some Dove body wash she had under her sink.  I think it's cucumber melon, or something like that.  It's ok....I've been using it.  The scent isn't awful, but it's not really what I'd like to smell like.  I do like how it rinses clean and leaves no residue or whatever.  So, if I find myself unable to get my Dial Soy & Almond Milk stuff online in the future, I guess I can try another flavor of Dove.  Jeeze.  Shut up about the body wash already!

Claire and Luke have a mild addiction to Pink Panther cartoons.  Not exactly appropriate, huh?  PP smokes a cigarette, for goodness sake.  There are drunk characters, guns, physical violence, espionage, and the like.  Luke majorly digs the music.  I like how there's not much dialogue.  And I think the bold colors are wonderful.  And seriously, the theme song doesn't seem to get old or bothersome.

Hey, slackers, only like two people told me how they pronounce 'syrup' last week.  I really need to know.  I Need To Know.  Also, say 'roof.'

It's kind of cool and rainy today.  I thought it was supposed to be warmer?  I think I should have worn jeans today.  Oh well.  I'm gonna take the The Pink Panther Addicts out to lunch in a bit.  Since I'm the Unfun Parent, it might be a nice surprise for them.

Today is also a bad hair day for me.  And I'm ok with that.  Cause I only care a little bit.

I was an only child for 6.5 years.  I think my earliest memory is longing for a sister.  I used to like play in the backyard, with my imaginary sibling.  We'd throw rocks at each other.  And have arguments.  One time, during a particularly loud fight between my invisible sister and me, I noticed the neighbors standing on their side porch, just staring at me.  What?  Then, I got a sister, but she was a BABY and couldn't do anything...anything useful anyway.  In truth, she was really annoying as a kid.  So, I changed my mind and wished for an older brother.  But he'd be away at college, so it would be awesome to see him when he came home.  He'd drive me places and I'd feel cool.  (I was a messed up kid)

So, I totally dig my sister as an adult.  We are supa-close and I think she's a fabulous person.  Plus, I think she "gets" me.  And, I can beat her up, so that makes me feel tough and stuff.  (she's a total wimp) And, as Queen of Saying Dumb Stuff as I am, I think she might have me beat in that category.  Love you, Ames!

OK #fragmentout