Last night my husband and I watched a cinematic masterpiece called “The Blair Thumb.”
See, there’s this guy named Steve Oedekerk who makes fun of movies, using thumbs. My husband thinks these movies are the hight of wit. “Thumbwars” of course is his favorite, and in a moment of weakness I bought him “Bat Thumb” and when our local Media Play went out of business he bought “The Blair Thumb” and we just got around to watching it.
I wanted to watch “Doom” but was vetoed (much to no one’s surprise, I’m sure.)
The ONLY good thing about the entire thing was the following lines:
“Sure, the tent is safe. Nothing can get through the nylon.”
It was smothered in sarcasm. I loved it.
So, tonight I was a bit of a slacker at work. I mean, I did all my real work, and I even put up some returns and recovered the seasonal areas, but it hit 8:30 and then I didn’t do a damn thing the rest of the night except talk.
I’ve been in one of those moods lately where they are lucky I make it to work at all. I’ve been feeling rather blah.
I asked Ashley’s opinion on whether orange rocks or painted dots looked better on my journal cover, and told her that YummY! Was one of my online personalities and even mentioned the Shitty Blogs Club to her.
See, Jeckles, you even have me pimping your shit in real life.
God, I suck.
Now, its started heating up in the house something awful, but electric prices are heinous, so we’ve been opening windows after sundown to let the cool in.
That would be okay, except for one thing....
There is a Jack Russel Terrier who lives down the street from us who will not shut the fuck up.
Yap, yapyapyap. Yap, yapyapyap. Yap, yapyapyap.
I’ve heard that CONSTANTLY since I got home.
These people are INSANE. How can they listen to that themselves? I guess the same way my next door neighbors can listen to THIER dog bark constantly. It just makes me want to throttle the animals and the people that own them.
Not that my dogs never bark, but when they do bark I either make them hush up, or make them come inside.
I never liked Jack Russels anyway.
Oh, and I’ve got a gazoo for you. Its being guarded by a huge and vicious dog. Can you find it?
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Last night my husband and I watched a cinematic masterpiece called “The Blair Thumb.”