Boys, toys and success cooties?
The husband bought himself a sled for his birthday. Since this is his first, does he buy a small, fairly tame beginner’s machine? Noooooooooo. He gets some screaming 800 Polaris which—he proudly proclaims—will do a buck-twenty. Yay.
Note to self—Tinker with life insurance
To pick it up we drove through the area where Janet Evanovich lives. I’m hoping some of her fabulousness just lingers in the air over there and I brought some home with me.
Success cooties!
I’d have taken a little detour by JD Salinger’s place, too, but *gasp* I think if he hadn’t done the recluse thing, he wouldn’t be nearly so famous. Yeah, I know…literary blasphemy. You might wanna watch for lightning bolts before asking my opinion on Ernest Hemingway, as well. Dashiell Hammett, however, rocks my world.
Anyway, I digress…can you digress if you never really had a point? Hmmm…I’ll be like Scarlett and think about that tomorrow.
Oh, we also got that Hallmark promotion this year—the snowman playing the piano and singing Christmas songs—and he’s adorable! Everybody should get one!



November 20th, 2005 at 9:36 pm
heck the same leave me be schtick worked for greta garbo.
what does “doing a buck twenty” mean?
November 20th, 2005 at 10:07 pm
I’m not posting a commet because I vant to be alone.
*whistles*
Well?
*taps foot*
Where’s my fame?
November 20th, 2005 at 10:24 pm
what does “doing a buck twenty” mean?
120 mph.
If I lock myself in my bathroom, can I at least have an agent?
November 21st, 2005 at 9:39 am
Well, damn, no wonder I’m not famous. I have two children underfoot and no privacy.
November 21st, 2005 at 12:59 pm
Success cooties. Yes!!!
Putting that on my Christmas list, right now.
November 21st, 2005 at 2:03 pm
I am a hermit with no social life already.
So what die I wrong?
November 21st, 2005 at 2:03 pm
did*
Bloody typo demon