A while back, I went on a hunt for some really good vodka with KK. It’s a vodka that is special ordered for a bar somewhere on capital hill. Only one, ok two, liquor stores in the state of WA carry it. Since the liquor stores are run by the state, they can tell you things like this. It’s called Bison Grass. I’d provide the link for you, but I’ve just had a very strong cocktail using my Bison Grass vodka. Oh dear, I just gave away the ending. We found the vodka. Well, we put ourselves down on the waiting list, and then they called us, and then we found the vodka. It has a slight cinnamon taste to it. Makes a good White Russian. I, however, make an accidentally strong White Russian.

Oh well, I guess it’s not that good of a story. I only had one cocktail. Who knew it would be so much stronger than the ones in the bars. I don’t drink very often. What’s more, I’m lying on my bed typing sidewise, which shouldn’t even be attempted under the most sober of circumstances.

I had a fight with a friend. I don’t even know if we’ll be friends anymore. This has nothing to do with the cockytail. It’s just an aside, because it’s very sad. I’m a little worried about it. And Pru is trying to sleep on the keyboard.

Have ya’ll seen that show on TLC called Miami Ink? I kinda like it. Tattoos are cool.

‘night!

We all know, by now, that I am domestically challenged. I hate cleaning, but I love cleaning products. I am always sure that this next cleaning product or tool will be the one that makes every come together for me. My house will stay relatively clean, I will become more organized, Pru will learn to scoop her own litterbox, squirrels will frolic on my weedless lawn, and cute boys will trip over themselves to bring me cold, fruity umbrella drinks while I recline on a spotless chez lounge with a book and some bon-bons. What exactly are bon-bons by the way?

This is my latest want: The Hoover Floormate Spin Scrub 800. I took one look at it, and I knew that it was the implement of cleaning that would change everything in my life. For $300. The only problem is, I already have a $550 Dyson DC14 Animal Vacuum cleaner. For $550, you would expect some general overall improvement in my life. But the fact of the matter is, if I don’t a: pick up the crap on the floor and b: turn the vacuum on and run it over the carpet, it does very little. Except look nice, and purple, and powerful. So how can a $300 Hoover even hope to help me?

In the end, I settled for this:

Kaboom Bowl Blaster Foaming Toilet Cleaner. Because I like cleaning products that mention EXPLOSIONS. And this one has both a KABOOM and a BLAST.

Can’t live with e’m… Can’t have ’em working for you.

No, not you guys, you don’t have the stupid. It’s those other guys.

So my jeans are feeling a bit saggy. I can pull them off without unzipping them. I’m inordinately proud of this fact. It’s a wonder I don’t go around showing everyone. I just tried on a pair of jeans that is a size smaller than what I normally wear, I keep ’em around for just this type of experiment. They fit. So I did a cheat weigh in. Supposed to only weigh yourself once a week. My day is Saturday.

Here is the thing, in Weight Watchers, the first goal they have you set is to lose 10% of your total body weight. Well, I surpassed it. And then some. I’ve lost a total of 21.8 lbs in about six weeks. According to WW, I am losing weight too quickly. More than 2lbs a week. But what’s a girl to do? I’m even cheating! Yesterday, I was a very naughty girl! I’m definitely not eating too little. Trust me. I snack all day long at work. And I did not drink all my waters yesterday. Or today.

I’m not going to stress about it, because I am sure I will plateau any minute now. And then i will be all sad, and remember the days when I was just showering the weight off. Besides, it’s hard to be too upset about being successful on a diet, you know what I mean?

Good afternoon, my internet monkeys, I send you banana flavored kisses.
I’ve had a headache for a couple of days, my brain is going “poundy poundy” which may be why I found this so delightful.

Now, I am not one to promote violence… no, not me. And, the lady in red may be the nicest sweetest, most wonderfulest woman in the world. But she had the air of the busy body to me, and, in my over-inflated opinion, she’d probably been asking for a punch for a long time. Never assume your thoughts on a matter are going to be welcomed.
I’m going to design a Sports Racer logo for Ze Frank’s The Show, so I can join the League of Awesomeness and get a Sports Racer name. Don’t know what I am talking about? Go watch it, it’s part of my morning routine. My favorite part. Even over brushing my teeth.