July 21, 2007
You know who I like? People who think I rock.
Thank you to Braindead Betty for passing it on to me.
I had to do a little searching to find where this started. Clicking the graphic will take you to Roberta Ferguson’s post that kicked it off.
I’m passing this on to jen of allthepretties for taking the plunge and moving her booty over to WordPress.
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Yesterday I held the new Harry Potter book in my hot little hands and guess what I did? I read the end. It’s been almost 12 hours since bookstore employees started rolling their eyes at fanatics who line up in the middle of the night to buy a stinkin’ book. So you know the end now anyway. I felt a lot more special about this last night when peeps were trying to nap so they could stay up past 11:00pm. Not special enough to write about it last night, though. We went out for pie.
Scissors
I made pancakes for the kids this morning and thought it might be nice to have some music on in the kitchen. The under-cabinet radio usually only picks up the classic rock and country stations. Classic rock makes me want to hurl lately and nobody wants a vomit pancake. The radio’s been on country all morning and guess what? They’ve played Alan Jackson twice. That’s about enough of that right there.
What does that have to do with scissors? Nothing. This does, though: I need a haircut.
July 21, 2007 at 12:56 pm
Knock me over…Thank you. Though, I cant make the badge appear on mine. This is because, Im a moron. Ill figure it out though.
Im liking the move. I just have to unpack, and figure out where to put all the books on the shelves (this part of moving is very important to me, you see).
And, I love that you read the end first. Take that, Harry Potter!
July 23, 2007 at 1:43 am
It was so freaking hard to NOT read the end first.
Oh.How.I.Wanted.To!
July 23, 2007 at 2:09 pm
You are such a rebel! Tell me what happened. I googled it and searched for only five seconds. That’s it for my attention span so you know I’ll never read the book.
Give it up sister.
July 23, 2007 at 9:01 pm
Which is why I freakin’ read that bad boy like a rocket plowing through space. So I wouldn’t be tempted to peek.
July 23, 2007 at 9:16 pm
CONFESSION: I only read the end because I wanted to “know something you don’t know”. (Sing-songy, neener-neener.) I don’t actually read the books. I wait for the movies.