First of all, we have us a new comment of the week, which of course on this blog is called Special of the Week, because I have to be annoying and make everything about pie. And I know I am late in the day announcing it, but you knew I wouldn't DESSERT you.
Get it? Pie? Dessert? Really, how do you stand the hilarity.
This week's funny funnyster was M, and you can click over there on Special of the Week at right to see M's wit. And I also have a super-special announcement for you. I hope you are biting a strip of leather or a bullet or something. But have you noticed how J writes in and is funny just all the ding-dang time? I keep wanting to give J comment of the week, but I have GIVEN J comment of the week before, so you know what I decided to do? I just decided to add another paragraph to Special of the Week, and it's called The Funny Thing J Said This Week. Or something similar. Go look.
And you know, I am pretty sure J and M are sisters. I would be interested in hearing why J and M's parents only named them initials, aren't you? So maybe the two of them can have some sort of big family celebration this week, and go around saying funny things.
I would like to give honorable mention to so many of you, with your I before Es and your amnesia and your meteor shower jokes and such. Really, sometimes Special of the Week feels kind of like I exclude too many people. Am I being a girl right now?
In other news, today I went with Emily from Chatting at the Sky to shop for a dress to wear to my friend Sandy's wedding, which is coming up in February and is NOT today, as I seemed to have led you to believe with my sloppy writing on Friday.
Let's all give a round of applause to Emily, who went with me to not one but TWO malls, who sat outside seven hundred fifty thousand dressing rooms, who pawed though sparkly dress after sparkly dress, and who walked around with me when it was TEN DEGREES OUT, all to find me a dress.
And here it is.
No, seriously, wouldn't you just be so mad at me? What if I totally wore this aqua, pleated, Totie Fields' garage sale dress to Sandy's fancy wedding? Wouldn't that be the bomb? And with no shoes like this too. Yeeeee-haw!
My friend Dot went to the thrift store and mailed me this, because Dot gets a big charge out of herself. But SPEAKING of Dot, there has been a change of plans. Turns out flying to Detroit for this wedding? Would cost Marvin and me $650. SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS! So I am just going to fly to the wedding, and as luck would have it, my friend Dot, who is an old college friend and a friend of Sandy's as well, has agreed to be my date.
I am totally making her wear this dress.
Anyway, I am just saying, Emily and I searched. We were Leonard Nemoy, that's how In Search Of we were. And I will let her tell the part about when we ate lunch with my Topamax self, if she chooses to tell it. Anyway, she took me home in the afternoon, and I DRAGGED MARVIN back to said mall to give me his opinion on the one dress I actually was interested in.
Why do I do these things? Why do I forget that Marvin is no fun to shop with? First of all, he didn't like the dress I was interested in, and then as we shopped further, here are the charming things he said about dresses I tried on:
"Remember when that comet flew over, and all those people committed suicide? That outfit looks like the outfit they were all wearing."
"That's a nice dress, if you're planning to audition for the next Star Wars movie."
And my personal favorite:
"Ho ho ho. Green Giant!" It was my personal favorite because the DRESS WAS BLACK!
And the dresses you guys emailed me from Coldwater Creek WEREN'TAT THE STORE! Oh, how annoying the Internet is, with its merchandise that can't be found in real life.
I know it is costly, but it's pretty, no? There is a sparkly cardigan I can wear over it. Or should I go for this aqua number from the thrift shop?