At least I'd be comfortable that way. I highly doubt that TX is wearing mumus and elastic waistbands ever though, pregnant or no. (For the record, most maternity jeans aren't elastic waisted, they just have a stretchy panel up front. It's hard to stop wearing them after you have the kid because god damn it if they're not the most comfortable jean that ever existed.)
Those of you who have been paying attention for the last couple of months know that I've been working on an engine swap in my spare time that has been kicking my ass at every turn. Well, I finally got it done, and now that it's out of the way, I've determined that I'm sick of Detroit and all of their bullshit. That's why today I got approved for financing on an almost new Mercedes Benz! If you told me ten years ago that one day I'd own a Benz, I flat out wouldn't have believed you. The test drive sold me; this turbo four cylinder kicks my Firebird's ass inside out! You'll never see me in that white-trash abomination again!
Nice try, Bandit. You are physically unable to drive anything that doesn't have a bird painted on the hood.
Those of you who haven't been paying attention because I haven't posted about it yet, my husband brought home two new bottle calves. My kids have named them Love Lipstick and Shooter, respectively. I'm now watching whatever Netflix's April Fool's Day thing is. Apparently I will watch Will Arnett commentate on a microwave timer. Wine may or may not be at play, I'll let you decide. Oh, oh, now we're watching a toaster. I'm still willing to watch. I'm not sure what this says about me.
No offense, but wow. That sounds exactly like stuff I record when I'm drunk. I'm not kidding....I wish I had some of the recordings still. Out of key guitar, one octave vocals. I thought I was doing awesome bluesy things at the time, but a day or two later I'd listen to it and go "What the fuck?" On the plus side...apparently there's a market for that? Maybe I can resurrect my music career by being drunk and a horrible excuse for a guitar player. Again.
"Love Lipstick and Shooter" is either going to be the name of my next band or song. I haven't decided which, but that's just to good to go to waste.
Shooter's name has already changed at least three times. First he was Speaky, then he was Shooter, then he was Sherriff, now he's Shooter again. This is why you shouldn't let kids name animals. Even if you're going to eat said animals at some point in time.
I was born in Memphis. Then my parents transplanted me to the Pacific northwest. I didn't get my education in Delta blues until I was in my 40's. Old black guys with $50 box guitars just blew me and all my expensive equipment away. It was quite humbling. I can't wait to get back down there and learn from them again.
I love Tennessee. I was born and raised in Missouri. I don't hold that against my parents because they were too. If it were up to me I'd live somewhere else but my husband has different thoughts on it than I do and apparently I don't feel strongly enough about it to uproot everything we've worked for. If I were single today though I'd probably live in Tennessee now. I'm not sure why it's my favorite state, maybe just because I've visited it more than any other and I loved every bit of it that I've seen and that this September will be my third annual trip (and not the last if I can help it.) I've been to Memphis but only for a coupe hours and most of that was spent in the Bass Pro pyramid. I've spent more time in Nashville and I can't wait to get back there this fall.
Write it up and spin it as a reality show... you've got the twitter followers to make them listen to the idea. Welcome to German engineering. Enjoy. (you really stole it, didn't you?)
Heh. I'm not quite sure how I ended up with property in Missouri, but I'm still glad I did. It's close enough to my old stomping grounds in Mississippi and not quite as redneck....which could be good or bad. Missouri is kind of the south, but not really.
Speaking of which, I made veal parmigiana tonight and it was awesome. It would be even better with a side of foie gras and a unicorn tears reduction.
It took me way too fucking long to figure out what that hell that meant... I thought it was a wine-box typo for two bottles of something.
Somehow I doubt that "Toytoy wants to be left alone" would make very compelling TV. "Go the fuck away. Stick that camera up your ass. I'm serious. I'll fucking end you."
As someone who grew up in west central Missouri, I don't consider Missouri the south. However, I've learned from people who live further south than me that I am allowed to say y'all because Missouri is, indeed, part of the south.
I'm double posting instead of editing because I'm lazy. When I lived in Springfield and worked at Bass Pro, all the customers thought that I was originally from the south. I had to tell them I was from north of Springfield. So maybe I have an accent? I don't know. A lot of the people who shopped there thought it was called The Pro Bass so what do they know?