What’s up with the slow down in egg production?
I can’t believe this school year is almost over.
I just can’t see Pink and Weiner.Â Just doesn’t compute.
No Romney.Â No.Â Just no.Â Please.
There is nothing attractive about Weiner.Â Nothing.
Ha!Â Way to go Fox.
You are making my air space toxic.Â Stop bitching about your boyfriend who seems like a pretty stand up guy.
Yes, I said green mushrooms.Â Yes, I meant green peppers.
What is wrong with people?
Pleasant pleasant pleasant.Â Smile and nod.Â Pleasant pleasant pleasant.
It’s really hard to type pleasant correctly after the third time.Â And I always want to spell it this way: pleaseant.
There is just no shortage of stupid.
Unbelievable.Â And yet, scarily, totally believable.
I really need to figure out the sewing thing.Â Then I can just make all my own cute skirts.
I’m not wearing the crazy pants.
Poughkeepsie is a complicated word.
Captain Underpants sighting!
Um.Â Nice.Â Now I’m being volunteered to other departments.Â WTF?Â Do I get a bump in pay to go with my doing your job now?
Not right.Â Not right at all.
Well.Â Once again, my near zennishness has been utterly demolished.Â A walk in the sauna ought to exhaust me enough to bring it back.Â Comatose is close right?
Now I just have a headache.
I totally deserve a scone.Â And I can’t even get one because the coffee shop closes at 1:00 and it’s 3:46.
I love word searches.Â They’re not just for old ladies.Â I don’t care about finding the hidden message at the end though.Â I just like finding the words.
oooh!Â The humidity is dropping.Â That’s always a good thing.
This air conditioning is making my joints hurt.
Shorts.Â Short pants.Â Pants.Â Pants is a weird word.
I just got this stuck in my head.Â I don’t know why.Â Maybe it’s heat stroke.
I need to eliminate the word wow from my vocabulary.
Buns.Â No, the other kind.