Friday, March 13

some things on friday

get down.  get down on friday for realz.
and a friday in which i don't have to sling sushi at the restaurant and instead will be travelling to the north woods is a good friday, indeed.

let's do a quick friday favorites.  or five on friday.

1 // i can't stop listening to this song.

like can't stop to the point that i was in the car with shitler the other night and tried to demonstrate to him what i looked like listening to it on repeat while at the gym on the elliptical and it involved a lot of jerky, uncoordinated movements and he was like "you don't seriously do that the gym, do you?"  and i was all "i'll never tell."

2 // earlier this week a co-worker reached her paws over the wall that separated our cubes and stuck heart-shaped tacks in my cube while quietly whispering "here; these are for you."  it was both weird and left me with a case of the giggles.

3 // if you don't watch trailer park boys then we can't be friends because it was just recently announced that season nine will be available for my viewing pleasure at the end of this month and i can't f'ing wait.

4 // my best friend in the whole entire world had a baby on monday!  she said she's biased and thinks it's the cutest baby in all the land and maybe i'm biased too but i happen to totally agree with her that it is, indeed, the cutest baby ever to grace this good earth.  i would post a picture, but no, you'll just have to take my word for it.

5 // i've mentioned previously that i don't like doing things that i think shitler should be responsible for.  one of said shitler responsibilities is the unclogging of the shower drain.  he routinely blames me and murphy lee (smurf lee sleeps in the bathtub - it's weird - i know) for the amount of hair that clogs the drain and whatever i'll deny it to the day i die that it's solely our faults because have you seen that hairy beast that is shitler?  but i digress.  because on tuesday i had to wash my gym shoes off in the tub (since it's mud season) and it immediately clogged up the drain.  so naturally i texted shitler to apprise him of the clogged drain situation and the following conversation was had:

i would link up with natalie but noooooooo her link up isn't live yet.


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Monday, March 2

tin foil curls and dramz

the other day i was at home.  and i was bored.  and since watching real housewives of orange county reruns on hulu wasn't cutting it and shitler was in the spare bedroom doing "work related things" (he assured me he wasn't watching porn) i thought i would dive in and try some random hair curling video i saw on the interwebz.  i didn't think it would actually work (contrary to watching the video and seeing it really work) because i feel like every time you see something on the interwebz that's supposed to work it just doesn't.  BUT THIS DID.  and it involved wrapping chunks of my hair in tin foil and then heating said tin foils full of my hair with a hair straightener and then shitler was all "is that how you're going to go to dinner?  like that?  like you're going to a 1920s party?"  and i was like "yes.  is that a problem?"  

and then he just kind of murmured under his breath because it looked a tad ridiculous right out the foils.  and then i was all "YOU'RE IN LUCK!  I HAVE TWO EXTRA TIN FOILS.  i'll do your hair."  and obviously he was thrilled and obviously it worked on his hair.  and i got totally overly excited and attempted to take a picture and then shitler snapped and this ensued:


me: uh ya i can.

but i, nonetheless, retreated from the spare bedroom carefully and sat on the couch.
then he yelled some more.


**my internal dialog:  wait.  he isn't?  i've made a horrible marriage mistake.**

knowing that it's best not to poke the beast that is shitler when he's all riled up i just stewed in my own silence and continued to watch the saga that is "did gretchen rossi get offered a part on malibu country or is she just just lying?"  and then a few minutes later i heard, dejectedly might i add, "you can come take your picture."  and then i cackled with glee.  but didn't bother to take the picture because at that point my laziness had taken over.

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