I know that you tune into this blog because I am exciting, and my life is one adventure after another, and I am kind of like Indiana Jones.
Also you tune in because of my current, hep references.
I have not let you down today, and thank heavens you are blowing off work to see what I'm up to, because? Are you ready?
Yesterday I tried honey fig Greek yogurt.
I KNOW! Usually I just get honey Greek yogurt, and yesterday I said, "What the fig."
It was good, too! I kind of feel like figs are the new pomegranate.
Okay, FINE. I also got mad at John Stewart, is that more interesting?
I tuned into the Emmys last night, and I wasn't even gonna, but there was nothing else to do. And they were just awarding comedy shows. They showed all the writers of John Stewart's show, and The Cobert Report, and Conan, and you know what pissed me off? On each show, there were at most two women working as writers.
Really? Are we THAT unfunny? I mean, don't take today's post as an example of my stellar hilarity. But really?
In high school, my boyfriend Cardinal and I were both voted class clown, and you know what? Everyone thought he was effing HILARIOUS and everyone thought I was weird. We had exactly the same sense of humor.
Being a girl. It is unfair. Still. I wouldn't want to be a boy, like Chaz Bono. I do not wish to rollerskate backward or go to war.
I would, however, like to be able to pee in the snow. Just once. I mean, I could pee in the snow NOW, but there'd be little chance I'd be able to write "June" in there.
I have lofty goals.
I already hate those little images on the backs of (usually) minivans where it shows you the stick figures of who is in their family. And if you have these, I apologize, but they are annoying.
So NOW? We have to see who is in your family in Mickey Mouse disguise. Unless this person lives alone and has gotten very attached to her pest problem.
Geez, Louise, I have to go, but remind me to tell you about what the psychic said to me on Sunday. I will tell you tomorrow. She should have warned me I'd go on about yogurt and forget all about her.