I'm pretty sure shegirl was the one who said that Copacabana is the best song to put on when you're cleaning, and oh man is that so true.
We had a barbecue yesterday, and today we have (literally) a dozen bags of chips that people left for us, but zero alcohol. PRIORITIES, PEOPLE.
Oh, Cowbell, this is the song I kept "singing" yesterday: It was the opening part. Tell me I wasn't actually doing a pretty damn good job. Doo-doo-doo DOO DOO.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with their priorities, they drank all the booze. I went to a birthday party last night for my over the top friend. She had an intimate catered sit down down dinner with fifty of her closest friends, the table settings with centerpieces and printed menu cards would rival most of the weddings that I have been to. Anyway we were the last table to go get our food, and ...... It was all gone, I guess everybody else had taken way too much. But the booze was plentiful so our table of twelve got really really drunk instead. We should combine our friends, then we'd all be happy
I've been known to hum Copacabana to myself from time to time. Because her name is Lola, and she was a showgirl you see. This morning I was woken up entirely too early by a friend from church since apparently they didn't have enough people for the parking service they provide and wanted to see if I could help. So there I am, on maybe two hours of sleep, attempting to dodge these chucklefucks that seem to be under the impression that the field in which we park the cars is the Indy 500. Free breakfast at the little cafe by the chapel though. I'm a sucker for good, free food.
Failed attempt at fishing this morning. Doncha just love it when your neck decides to have shooting pain? Fuck this noise. I need some muscle relaxers.
Family is expensive. And exhausting. I'm going to eat this burrito, get good and tipsy, and play some Super Punch Out featuring Mr. Dream. Who's with me!
People have wet dreams about the steak I just finished cooking. I'd take Hall&Oates over Tom Jones, but that might just be personal preference. Copacabana is just fantastic.
Yeah a bolt must have hit not far from my place. Whole house went purple as the crack hit loud enough to ring my ear and shake the walls. The bbq at my friend's is still on. LIGHTNING POOL PARTY! I'm bringing a rake wrapped in aluminum foil. First one holding it that feels their hair stand up straight has to take a shot.
It worries me that apparently he lives in close proximity to me. As in I'm locking my doors and backing up into a corner to sleep. Also, fuck why did I try to take a big sip of incredibly hot tea. What is wrong with me.
I was out on the golf course and looked to one side and it looked like a scene out of Twister. The other side looked beautiful. Fuck this place.
This reference makes me think the following: If I were younger, single, better looking, had money, hope, a future, potential, and a clue, I would fly down to where you live to buy you a drink in person for that reference. I haven't laughed like that in weeks. As it stands, I tip my virtual drink to you Tx, well played, madam.
It's raining so hard that my satellite keeps going out. The weather has 45 minutes to get its shit together and not interrupt my viewing of Game of Thrones.
It has been threatening to rain for three days here. I think we've had 5 drops in total. You all with your "fucking rain" and "torrential showers" can suck on my dead grass. I hate watering the lawn.